I have been doing a lot of riding along with Ivan recently. On the tractor (spring fieldwork is just starting), delivering hay, picking up or dropping off farm machinery for a local dealer. It gets me out of the house and gives me time with my husband I wouldn’t get otherwise. I admit to getting
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Eight days until Ivan arrives. Twelve days until my marriage. Eighty-two items so far on my list of one thousand gifts. They are like poetry, these gifts: moments dropped like molten crystal, arrested—by mere attention!—a brilliant, sparkling pendant. If I had not seen them, these moments would be nothing special. But I saw them, noticed
I recently published an article on The Dock: An Anabaptist Resource for Teaching and Learning. The article is titled “Place Yourself in the Feet of a Child” and begins like this: “Years after my childhood, I returned to the school I once attended. The rooms of the building were empty and cool, the tiled hallways vacant. A
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I have a headache. I am in my pajamas. My hair is uncombed. TMI? Let me just add that I don’t plan to comb or dress at all today if I don’t have to—not until 9:30 p.m. when I will put on a clean scrub and wash my face and arrive to work as a
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Twelve years ago, my baby sister dreamed she would die at age twenty-one. For twelve years she threw herself heart and soul into living—spontaneous, joyful, loving with all her heart—but wondering all along if really, it would happen. This September, she turned twenty-two. The time of the curse is over and gone, the bright leaves
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