As a preteen, I picked up a pen pal from Ghana. She told me how she was trying to save money for college. “We don’t go to college unless we have a purpose for it,” I remember writing back. We being conservative Mennonites and purpose being a vital occupation like a doctor or a nurse. […]
There is a quiet place I carry with me, I wrote once. The words still hang on an index card beside my desk. No matter where I go, or how busy my life has been, or how many distractions I feel around me, that quiet place is there if I pause and wait for it. But
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One of the people I most admire–a writing mentor about the age of my parents–recently lost her strong young-man son. My heart goes out to her. Life is so full of surprises. Not all of them are bad. But some of them are very hard indeed. “Hold your life with an open hand,” a beautiful
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Not long after I met Kelsey Osgood, we sat at a picnic table at the country ice cream store just down the road, she with her individual-sized bag of chips (chosen because of her Orthodox Jewish food requirements), I with my non-kosher cone. We discussed—among other things—Jewish food laws that seemed so stringent as to
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Someone recently called me a strange bird. When I was younger, this would have thrown me into throes of self doubt, but now I laugh. Mostly. Of course, when someone makes a comment like that, I automatically scroll back through my mind, wondering. Is it because I talk too fast, dart in and out of
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