Hannah meets me walking from my car up to the horse auction. She is young, sweet sixteen, with long blonde hair, a thin pink jacket, jeans. Leather toed-boots peek out below the denim, and she lifts a pant leg to show me the pink camouflage on the side of the boot. She fits the atmosphere […]
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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Up at the top of the tubing hill Saturday, the air is warm and a little windy. A mass of people–little girls in snow pants and stocking caps, dads in beards and ski jackets, moms and toddlers and a couple of teens–wait in line at the bottom, to be towed up on their tubes by
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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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“The king of Saudi Arabia died last night.” What kind of everyday life do we live when these are the first words our sixteen-year-old says to us when she comes down for breakfast? “How did he die?” I ask, and “Who will succeed him?” Michael wonders. What does this mean for Saudi Arabia? Will the
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