As you read this, I will be soaking up Central American sun. Oooo. Ahhh. Lovely. Sitting here in my Wisconsin living room with a gray sky and snow-tinted light coming in through our big picture window, I can almost feel that sun on my face. A group of us–four siblings, a friend of ours, and […]
We parked beside a minivan of Trump voters. At least we joked that’s what they were when the driver veered in front of us at the stoplight, just before turning into the Mall of America parking garage. Out on the highway, Elizabeth, who was driving, had been labeling all the vehicles we passed. Well-put-together older
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So where have I been the past two weeks? Writing, that’s where. And I am proud to announce that Anything But Simple: My Life as a Mennonite is done written! For now, anyway. I am sure there will be changes to make after my editor gets it. The book is coming out in July. Here
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I love this photo of my grandpa trying out the neck massager. He is a tough Wisconsin farmer. A boy who grew up in pioneer country in Depression-era America, who cleared stumps from fields with dynamite and endured below zero weather while there were still bedbugs and wood stoves. In the rough-hewn cabin where he
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I have almost reached my three year blogiversary. Not quite. But in honor of it, today I present the first post I ever published, and still one of my favorites, entitled “I Call My Brother Fat Boy.” P.S. I seldom call him Fat Boy anymore. But I just did the other day, and yes, he
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