The story starts in 1981 when Grandpa and Grandma picked up the Xiong family—Hmong refugees newly arrived in America with a passel of skinny, dark-eyed children—at the Eau Claire airport. Well, actually the story starts before that, during the years of the Vietnam War, when the Hmong people living in the mountains of Laos were […]
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Lying in the grass last Sunday afternoon, on the slope of yard next to the road, I turned my face away from the sun and away from Liz and Lavina lying next to me, closed my eyes. I wanted only to listen and not to talk, wanted only to feel the sun warm on my
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Last week for the first time in my life, I stood in front of a group of people and communicated. It’s not that I haven’t tried some form of public speaking before. During a term of winter Bible school I gave a class presentation on the woman who washed Jesus’ feet with her tears, and
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In my last post, I wrote about shining piles of Christmas gifts. I have been given so many gifts in my lifetime, and one of the most highly-treasured is friendship. My dear friend Naomi Newman is the author of the following post. ****** Some of the most wonderful things about life are the surprises that
I was twenty-two when I first wanted a baby. There were many young mothers in the church I attended at the time–some of them not much older than I–and I would stand squished between two pews after the service, holding a baby. I would smile down into its round raspberry face, stare at the triangle
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