In the front corner of our front yard, beside the driveway and the road, are two huge rocks. In the opposite corner of the yard, also facing the road, are two more. When I say huge, I mean rocks that are almost as tall as I am (five foot, three and three fourths inches) and […]
While cleaning my bedroom the other day, I came across a torn-out pink page of notes I’d taken from a sermon once. I would have forgotten the sermon if I hadn’t found the notes, but seeing them, I remembered it–could picture the chiseled face below gray hair, the glasses, the thoughtful manner of speaking, the
I met Awa in the Mall of America, among crowds of jostling people. I was with my siblings, trying to eliminate boredom from one of the endless days of the endless months of midwinter. She was caring for an autistic boy who loved to come to the Mall. She had never seen conservative Mennonites before.
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I was twenty-two when I first wanted a baby. There were many young mothers in the church I attended at the time–some of them not much older than I–and I would stand squished between two pews after the service, holding a baby. I would smile down into its round raspberry face, stare at the triangle
We left at noon on Friday with Benny, my youngest brother, driving. He pulled away from our blue-shuttered farmhouse–the shutters weathered and in need of paint–and started past the row of dusty, dark-leafed lilac bushes that line our gravel lane–and stopped. “Do you have a bowl in your hands?” He cranked his head and glared
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