Thin Places by Mary E. DeMuth


Mary DeMuth already had me at her first two paragraphs of Thin Places: A Memoir:

“Growing up, I find myself housed in a scrawny sort of body–legs thin as broomsticks, interrupted by knees so knobby they bang into each other when I walk. My doctor makes me drink whole milk so I’ll fatten up. Kids use words like rail, string bean, or stick to describe me.

I, myself, am a thin place.”


I savored the rest of the book, taking great care in between my mommy days to enjoy the raw words, honest stories and beautiful writing. Mary retraces her life and highlights the thin places–the places where she meets God and experiences God most intimately–often and especially in moments of deep pain and shame. She gets naked on the page, so we may find redemption in her story. She does it beautifully.

It’s a tender book. Perhaps how we should feel when we honestly share our stories.

Thank you, Mary, for pouring out your feminine heart. Your honesty and craftsmanship turned this book into a thin place for me.

  • Mary DeMuth

    Thank you so much for your kind words! Humbling.

  • idelette

    You’re welcome, Mary. Thank you for stopping by!

  • Tina

    I’m intrigued.