I have never voted in an election. Not because I don’t care about my country. I care very much. I love this country where I live. I love its beauty; love the broad sweep of its land, the diversity of its people, its ideals of freedom and democracy. My great grandparents of ten generations ago,
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“Though you are homeless Though you’re alone I will be your home” (From “I Will Be Your Home,” by Michael Card) To Lori Helmuth, of Beaver Lake Camp, Ontario, these words by songwriter Michael Card reverberate. “Since I’ve been here in Beaver Lake,” she told me, “that song has become one of my songs.
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I am afraid of many things, but chiefly I am afraid of doing things wrong. When I was a button-nosed, wispy-haired first grader, my teacher–a woman with glasses and yellowy-gray hair a little bit wavy, who stood straight and was old and had a terrifying voice–told us it was important to write neatly. “If your
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My life has never been fair. I realize this Sunday morning, sitting on the strange chairs at the Rusk County Jail. Strange because they are wide and blue and have no legs, only a curve like a giant L. My sister and I sit across a table from two ladies in bright orange suits. We
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Sometimes, I panic. My heartbeat quickens, my shoulders tense, and stress pushes from my center to my skull. The reason for this is purely mathematical. I am an author and a teacher, a farmer’s daughter and a janitor, a student and a missionary and a sister and a friend. Each hat comes with its own
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