A guest post by Dorcas Smucker, blogger at Life in the Shoe: *** This post is about piles of stuff. And it’s mostly for young people. This is dangerous, I know, to classify myself not only as old, but also with wisdom to impart. On the few occasions that I write or speak to young people,
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How we used to do it: My mom always bought our bread when I was young, usually white (the kind that has all the nutrients bleached out), the cheapest in the aisle. I felt sorry for the children who came to school with homemade bread sandwiches. Boughten bread, as we called it, was so much
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Or rather, don’t. Sliced and lying on a paper plate waiting to be deep fat fried, a pale squishy tan color with red dots here and there where the blood vessels were, I find them decidedly unappetizing. Jeffrey brought a couple of them home from North Star Bison on Sunday and sliced them up, grimacing.
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I am young, not yet school age, sitting on a hay bale in the center aisle of the barn while Dad tells me a story. From my vantage point, I see only the back ends of the cows–their broad dusty sides and and manure-flecked tails, their constant shifting and switching while Dad moves in and
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When I friend of mine told me about the baby shower held for her grandson, a shower where both men and women were invited, I thought, Of course! No reason at all why the daddy shouldn’t be there–and how fun to have the guys! One of those simple and revolutionary ideas you wonder you never thought of
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