Katie Steedly’s first-person piece [The Unspeakable Gift] is a riveting retelling of her participation in a National Institutes of Health study that aided her quest to come to grips with her life of living with a rare genetic disorder. Her writing is superb.
In recognition of receiving the Dateline Award for the Washingtonian Magazine essay, The Unspeakable Gift.
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Weekly Wide-Awake: Peace Is the First Thing the Angels Sang

Peace is the first thing the angels sang
John Keble
I am a big believer in sending Holiday Cards. For me, they are an annual moment to touch base. I get to touch base with myself in the designing, remembering, collecting, and writing that happens in process. I get to touch base with others by reaching out. I absolutely love to get cards and letters, so participating in the tradition myself makes absolute sense.
I am often amazed at the words I find when I sit down to write the letter. My process often starts with finding a quote that captures where my thoughts are this year. I then proceed to weave a narrative the honestly and gently captures our year. That often leads me to reflect on events that have happened — the beautiful and the hard. (Theologian Kate Bowler talks about life as beautiful and hard.) I sit in those thoughts and know deep in my bones that all of it connects me with my circle. Everyone experiences the beautiful and the hard. I think of family members who have passed. I think of those in my circle who have experienced losses of all types and grieve. I think of those facing illness. I think of treasured friendships that ebb and flow. I think of milestones like graduations, weddings, and anniversaries. I think of clean bills of health. I think of concerts and fine meals. I think of visitors and visiting others. Each year is unique and special and I am so grateful to experience it all.
It feels right to write a letter at the end of the year. Last year, a dear friend’s letter started by saying “Happy Everything.” I love that sentiment. If we can not proclaim happiness, how will we find it? Similarly, if we can not proclaim peace, how will we find it? In this way, reflection is a gift. Let me explain. Writing a letter at the end of the year is an act of pause and breath. It is the gift of remembrance and reflection. It is the gift of inviting others into my story and life and remaining connected to other’s stories and lives. It is the gift of oneness, possibility, and love.
That brings me to this year’s Holiday letter. I have been thinking a lot about peace. Peace in all areas of my life and how individual peace connects to peace in our world. There is a connection there. The more we choose peace in our lives — embrace it with our entire beings as attainable and vital and true — the more we will realize peace in our world. We will experience peace in the midst of the beautiful and hard.
About Katie

From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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