Whatever I'm writing comes organically out of my life. Ann Voskamp lifeorganicallywrite Change image and share on social
I came into this world the way every person on the planet does - with clenched fists. Ann Voskamp clenchfistperson Change image and share on social
The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred. Ann Voskamp deepengreyimagine Change image and share on social
A simplified Christmas isn't about circumstances as much as it is about focus. Ann Voskamp christmascircumstancefocus Change image and share on social
I write a chapter, then edit it and edit it and edit it and edit it. I don't think we mine creativity from within. It's bestowed from on high, from God. Ann Voskamp bestowchaptercreativity Change image and share on social
Gratitude's not a natural posture. The prince of darkness is ultimately a spoiled ingrate, and I've spent most of my life as kin to the fist-shaker. Ann Voskamp darknessfistgratitude Change image and share on social
Adults are tempted to produce and perform Christmas for their kids and their families, and they arrive at Christmas Day weary and disillusioned. Ann Voskamp adultarrivechristmas Change image and share on social
The real romantics are the boring ones - they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs. Ann Voskamp bearboredeep Change image and share on social
