Red Tent Living

reframing femininity


Renee Wurzer


It is Thursday. It is afternoon. I am working on my book when my phone beeps the reminder for an outreach to people living in homelessness.  I shut it off and keep working. The volunteer I usually partner with is off tonight. I feel no need to rush. Continue reading “Homeless”


To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. 

Ecclesiastes 3:1

The honeysuckles are lush along the roadside as I drive north from the house to the grocery store, the woods on either side reminding me of home—my old home. Continue reading “Ecclesiastes”

This will not end well.

We met in a bar after midnight. Continue reading “This will not end well.”


We were standing in the driveway on the first night of the Pure Heart women’s study. Continue reading “Intercourse”


Last night I had a dream that my daughter and I were removing mirrors and a ballet bar from the basement of the big white house, the house the bank foreclosed on, the house my husband and I can no longer afford. Continue reading “Care”

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