As per tradition, my mom and I watched It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas day, cozy and sleepy after an early morning. Although I’ve seen
Author: Ryanne
Ryanne McLaren is a lover of all things words, but feels a bit odd writing about herself in third person. A recent graduate of Biola University (B.M. Piano/organ performance) and the Torrey Honors Institute, she is passionate about uniting music and literature through theological intersections.
Ryanne is the founding administrator of Inkarnation Press, as well as her personal blog, ABookishCharm.com, where many of her stories, poems, and musings can be found. When she isn't reading or writing, Ryanne enjoys songwriting, running, traveling, and coffee-shopping.
No Silent Night Was This
Sweet “Stille Nacht” is but a prayer;No silent night was this, When angel hosts announced on highThe birth of God with Us. Holy, yes, but
Conjunction
Unlike that lone first star of Christmas nightThis union burns expectedly above, But like that light, this, too, shines highest, brightAnd may still testify of
Christmas Fear
I love Christmas. I am one of those eternally annoying people who begins singing along to Christmas radio stations before my birthday (November 14th) and
Morning Music
There is a peculiar cadence to my morning routine. My mom pointed this out a few days ago, and I’ve found it to be a
Thank Goodness for the Laundry Pile
My work has gone mostly remote again, which at first was something of a relief. After barely a day of emails instead of interaction, though,
