The violence of frenzy
I remember the story through the umbilical link between our memories. “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” my mom used to tell people…
Read MoreI remember the story through the umbilical link between our memories. “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” my mom used to tell people…
Read MoreI’ve sampled enough random plants in the woods to learn an important lesson: if it doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it. Just a small…
Read MoreIt’s a Sunday morning in late spring. Our cat lounges in the sun by the open window, where the joyous prelude of bird chatter…
Read More“Don’t buy a house in Second Ward.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when a pastor who was new to our community told me…
Read MoreShe never ceased to wonder at the incredible power of birds for adaptation. These had flown perhaps a thousand miles from the South to…
Read More“What can we do?” So many people I know are asking this question right now, as the new President of the United States begins…
Read MoreAll those people out there walking the roads all those years, hardly a one of them remembering the Sabbath. Who would know what day…
Read More“Jesus Christ, what happened?” Kids November 8 in Michigan: it was already dark outside when we flipped on the television to watch the results…
Read MoreMy Saturday takes me round-trip. I start the morning with a volunteer shift in the downtown fair trade store my husband and I helped…
Read MoreWhen Rob and I received an invitation from Pastor Bennett to attend his church’s annual picnic, we were honored, but bummed that we couldn’t…
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