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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“I want to meet someone who’s as smart as God,” Dad told me recently. He had been telling me some of the story of when he was a teen and fought against God, fought hard, hating Him. “I was dead set against it,” he said. There was admiration in his eyes. “But He knew just
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