Early impressions are both primitive and primal, and when you ask me which educational experiences impacted me most deeply, my mind immediately pictures myself as about six or seven years old, sitting round-eyed and thirsty in a battered wooden desk under the sharp eyes of “Teacher.” “Teacher,” otherwise known as Louise—since neither she nor […]
Okay, I admit it. College is a whole lot harder than I thought it would be, which translates into, “I am not quite as smart as I always thought I was.” I have been giving my studies my best, and right now that feels like my everything. I worry that maybe I’ll never have time
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This article was first published in the Mennonite World Review. *** My dad smells of hay and manure, the soil and the outdoors, spiritually speaking. His relationship with God is a sturdy thing, like coveralls that have hung always in the basement between chorings and are caked with dusty silage. He is a simple
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I liked looking at the young faces best, when I gave my talk at the University of Wisconsin in Barron. Old faces are nice, I suppose, but they are standard, decided, set in their habits like fish swimming back and forth, back and forth, in a tank. Young faces are fluid, like the river. They
In the aftermath of Christmas, our cupboard is cluttered with goodies. A plate of monster cookies and a quarter of a bucket of raisin-filled cookies, candy canes, the remnants of a cheese ball, an assortment of candied peanuts, a bowl of popcorn spices, two giant Reese cups with a mini pie-shaped slice cut from one
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