One of my sisters, after reading Turtle Heart, commented on how her own perspective of some things we experienced together was very different than the perspective I revealed. For example, I write about feeling scared of my dad as a child. To her, Dad was the fun parent, and she never thought of feeling scared
New life blooms in my belly. When I panic and worry the life is gone, pretty soon I feel the child moving again. The one thing in the world I am most curious about right now is what the baby looks like. Like me or like Ivan? Other questions soon follow. Will our child be
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I worry more than I should. I am 34 and have lived long enough to know what it is to lose—to lose a dream, to lose a child, to lose a friend. My instinct is to hold on. So much of my life has been learning to let go. And so much of my life
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Last week I offered a survey. In your responses, the number one thing you mentioned was my honesty and openness. That aspect of my blog is what makes it unique, many of you said. Or my openness has helped you in some way. “I could have told you that without a survey,” Ivan said. He
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Eighty-some years ago, as recorded in a history pamphlet written by my grandpa: “Four brethren of an adventurous nature decided to go west.” The four “brethren,” members of a Mennonite church in Pennsylvania, settled their families in northern Wisconsin, on land dotted with stumps, swamps, rocks, and spindly trees—but with a rich layer of topsoil
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