Festival of Faith and Writing , 2026
Once again, I am prepping for a familiar trek: To Grand Rapids for the Festival of Faith and Writing. I did a search and so much of this blog is dedicated to that biennial event where so many of my favorite things collide.
ReadingWriting
Meeting other readers
Staying with Andy and Natalie
Quick convo with Luci Shaw—sadly now, no more
Riding my bike home
Starting in 2014, the first time I attempted to ride my bike home (then it was Chicago and took 3 days), I would bring a bicycle and commute to the conference. Now in 2026 at age 67 I’ll, again, be bringing a bike. I can bring it on Indian Trails and unpack at the station and ride to my host’s house. I’ll stay again with Natalie—except this time they have moved east of the city, so on Saturday I’ll journey to their house and then go on from there on Sunday morning on side roads back to Lansing.
Rereading past posts at this blog about the FFW, I’ve remembered authors I was introduced to through the festival and decided to add to my To Read List—ackkk already to long and unwieldy—and put a hold on Chris Beha’s new book Why I am not an Atheist.
These are truly trying times. No, really. Sometimes I think the less complicated thing would be not to believe, but then I decide that it would be too hard to deconstruct that part of my identity. To forget to have hope. None of it makes sense. And in this time of Lent, I’m continually asking myself asking myself Why? And the thing that comes to me on those moments is Hang On.
Looking forward to this year’s Festival, meeting old and new
friends. And the books, oh the books!
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