January 20, 2022 KimHarms 2Comment

Many mornings over the past six years, the first ink to flow through my pen into my prayer journal comes out, “God, you are good.” There is a depth of the goodness of Jesus that I did not understand until he took my hand and walked through the fire with me. And because of that I am thankful for a diagnosis six years ago today that left me crushed and collapsed in Corey’s arms. Jesus taught me things through cancer that I could not have learned any other way. He brought me to a place where I believed in my…

January 5, 2022 KimHarms

If you find yourself in Central Iowa on January 20, come see me at Dog-Eared books. I will be a part of their Books & Beverages night and would love to chat with you. They will have my book available for purchase or feel free to bring your already purchased book in for me to sign while you buy one of the yummy drinks from their coffee shop.

December 18, 2021 KimHarms

Books are one of my favorite things in the world. I’m finishing up #37 of the year right now, and I’ve listed my Top 10 below in no particular order. (Well, okay, if I’m honest the last one on the list might be my favorite.) Maybe you can find some to add to your 2022 reading list. (Click on the book cover to go buy the book.) MODERN FICTION: This one is very character driven and not generally the type of book that I read, but I thought it was fantastic. Eleanor’s character is quirky, socially awkward and completely likeable….

October 24, 2021 KimHarms

“To Mom and Dad, somehow you ended up with one artist and one writer and you never told either of us to “Go get real jobs.”Life Reconstructed Acknowledgments Page My brother is an artist. He creates things that are crazy detailed and beautiful. There are bull sculptures covered in gold leaf in some glitzy steakhouses across the Midwest. There’s a bumper pool table that lights up in time and pattern with the beat of whatever music it is set to somewhere in Miami. There is an engagement ring on the finger of rapper Jeezy’s fiance Jeannie Mai. And there is…

January 20, 2021 KimHarms 2Comment

Up the ladder On the loft She snuggles in with her boy Her hand on his small back Memorizing the little bumps of his spine That mole on his shoulder The silk of his hair Scratching his back until his rhythmic breath Informs her of sleep. There is only this moment. Only she and her little boy. The one God gave her out of heartache. The beauty born out of the ashes. And she is wholly unable to remove herself from this beauty Motionless she fears when he wakes He will be compelled to witness the slow fade of his…