On a day early last week, distressed and hemmed in by busyness, I walked down the road to our scrubby, half-beaten patch of woods, and prayed. I have always done this. From an early age, I have known trees. When I was a girl, Dad brought home a dozen maple saplings and planted them around […]
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You know how some people are unlucky in love? I am unlucky in flights. Unlucky in love, too, now that I’ve mentioned it; but the flights are what chiefly concern me. Love a person can live without. Flights? Hardly. Not unless they want to be confined to a rural community on the backside of Wisconsin
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There are blonde jokes; we’ve all heard them. There are lawyer jokes and Polish jokes and yo’ mama jokes. And then there are Mennonite jokes. I like these best, in the perverse manner of humanity. We love to laugh at ourselves. Self-ridicule brings a proud sort of shamed kinship, ridicule from others solidarity. Here’s my
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I work as an activities aide at the nursing home. Mornings, in our line of work, we deal in curlers. We have bags of them: fat pink rollers, medium-sized purple rollers, thin blue rollers, short yellow rollers. Most of the elderly female residents come into the nursing home beauty shop once or twice a week
Actress Jennifer Lawrence said in an interview recently that calling people fat on television should be illegal. If calling people fat were illegal, I’d be serving jail time. I call my brother Fat Boy. There’s a second brother, whom I call Smart Boy, and a third one, whom I call Muskrat. That is, I christened
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