The Island Bookstore
I wonder, not for the first time, how he hasn’t run out of stories to tell.
Olivia graduated from Calvin in May 2018 with a double major in business and writing. She now works as an editor in Nashville, Tennessee and is eating her way through the restaurants of her new town. She enjoys weekend trips with friends, petting other people’s dogs, and drinking coffee like a Gilmore Girl.
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2021 | 1 comment
I wonder, not for the first time, how he hasn’t run out of stories to tell.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2020 | 3 comments
Added bonuses: a man confessing his love to an elevator, and the theme song is one of the cheesiest Christmas tunes of all time.
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2020 | 3 comments
To perfectly capture the moment, the photo of my mom crossing the finish line includes me in the background, having lost the battle with my stomach and undoubtedly scarring fellow turkey-trotters for life.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2020 | 4 comments
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2020 | 4 comments
The question “Do you have a TikTok?” definitely sparks an interesting conversation.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2020 | 1 comment
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
by Olivia Harre | Jul 13, 2020 | 4 comments
The men greeted one group member by erupting “Herman the German!” when he walked in the door.
by Olivia Harre | Jun 13, 2020 | 1 comment
In the midst of all the learning and educating, listening and serving we are hopefully doing as a global community, I hope these podcasts bring your minds and hearts some rest and levity.
by Olivia Harre | May 13, 2020 | 3 comments
You get them their own nuggets one time and they start to expect things.
by Olivia Harre | Apr 13, 2020 | 1 comment
Every day now carries a different weight, new set of worries, and another chance to intentionally look for the good.
by Olivia Harre | Mar 13, 2020 | 1 comment
It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.
by Olivia Harre | Feb 13, 2020 | 2 comments
I run down the dune to be closer to the water and it feels like I’m flying. I don’t think about climbing back up.
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2020 | 16 comments
There’s a warm spot on the floor in front of the refrigerator—my favorite spot to think.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2019 | 2 comments
Best line: “A guest house, on a teacher’s salary?”
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2019 | 1 comment
I mean honestly, I cried the entire eight-hour car ride to college (shout out to my parents who kept driving).
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2019 | 2 comments
Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2019 | 1 comment
Can I carry around a sign that reads: “I’m new here”? Can I attend the adult version of Cokes and Clubs?
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2019 | 0 comments
Oh forget it, I’ll just buy everything online.
by Olivia Harre | Jul 13, 2019 | 0 comments
This is probably the only day I will ever respond positively to the question, “All right, are we ready to go for a run?”
by Olivia Harre | Jun 13, 2019 | 1 comment
If we can all connect with the same music, our souls must be similar in some way.
by Olivia Harre | May 13, 2019 | 0 comments
As the game went into double-overtime (that’s a thing?), I was stress-eating a Pop-Tart when I finally realized I was being ridiculous.
by Olivia Harre | Apr 13, 2019 | 0 comments
First of all, the whole thing felt like a trick.
by Olivia Harre | Feb 13, 2019 | 0 comments
“It has letters like the Hollywood Sign, so it’s basically the same thing.”
by Olivia Harre | Jan 13, 2019 | 0 comments
This friendly man at the bar wrote the books my dad and grandpa read at the beach for years, AND he was partially responsible for our family tradition of eating dinner (and lunch, and then dinner again) at Doc Fords on Sanibel.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2018 | 0 comments
For months, I have been waiting for news about my dream opportunity. I have held back from any long-term commitments for the sake of a possibility. I have been expectantly been waiting for news—any news.
by Olivia Harre | Nov 13, 2018 | 0 comments
The ketchup consumption in my house has dramatically increased this fall.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2018 | 0 comments
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
by Olivia Harre | Sep 13, 2018 | 0 comments
But after a few more minutes of walking, I saw it: the view from the top—the mountains that dropped into the sea, the trees already changing into their fall garments, the ocean fading into the sky.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2018 | 0 comments
She took photos because it was something she had to do, because creativity flowed out of her and became her way of life. Because she had something to say.