Elise Matich is an artist, educator, wife, mother, and editor. She finds inspiration in the mysterious simplicity of ordinary things. She makes time for creativity by neglecting to fold unspeakable quantities of laundry.
Leah Readings is a wife, mother, reader and writer. She finds inspiration in the simple, beautiful, and sometimes difficult things in life. When she’s not chasing around her toddler, you will find her drinking copious amounts of coffee, knitting, reading, or attempting to write down her very scattered thoughts.
MARY CATHERINE AUSMAN
Mary Catherine Ausman is a mother, educational editor, storyteller, grammar correcter, and amateur classicist. She is a singer of songs not necessarily in tune, a lover of wine not necessarily at the right temperature, and a starter of novels not necessarily finished. She believes that we are called to use our talents whether we want to or not, and frequently finds a million things to do besides using hers. She ultimately finds time to create by first promising someone else she will do it, and then succumbing to the crushing guilt of “wasting her talents.” Once immersed in the creative world and work of others, her own creative spirit starts to dance. She blogs at bingewatchinglife.blog.
California born and Virginia raised, Stephanie McCormick grew up in a military family as the oldest of seven children, and was homeschooled all through high school. Almost done with her freshman year in college, she is currently an intern at a research center in Washington D.C., and an instructor at an online academy. If she’s not grading papers or tackling her to-do list, you can find her engaged in a riveting story on Netflix or in a book, spending time with her family, or catching up on some zzz’s.
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WE HAVE ALL FORGOTTEN WHAT WE REALLY ARE. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and positivism only means that for certain dead levels of our life we forget that we have forgotten. All that we call spirit and art and ecstasy only means that for one awful instant we remember that we forget.