“But how did Mike Mulligan go to the bathroom?” asks Ramona Quimby in one of my favorite childhood books. (If you know the story of Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, you understand why she asked.) It’s exactly what I wondered when reading God’s instructions in Leviticus for his priests’ consecration. “At the entrance of the […]
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Once upon a time I had a little brother, and he loved stories, sat in odd curled-up positions, wrote poetry, told random jokes, was generally cheerful and thoughtful of others, married an artist, built himself and his beloved a sweet little cabin in the woods, decided to get his MA in marriage and family counseling…and
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The first few couple months of the year were unusually cold ones here in Garrett County. Swallow Falls froze over to a greater degree than I’ve ever seen. That’s us behind the falls in the feature photo above and me peeking out from a hole in the center in the photo below. Another very cool
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As a preteen, I picked up a pen pal from Ghana. She told me how she was trying to save money for college. “We don’t go to college unless we have a purpose for it,” I remember writing back. We being conservative Mennonites and purpose being a vital occupation like a doctor or a nurse.
And a cold January it is. I have had a light case of the winter blues, augmented by almost zero time outdoors and my daughter’s toothache, which worries me. But the sun shines today. Maybe next week will be warmer. And by the way, for those who identify with seasonal affective disorder, I once wrote
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