PoetryDecember 20, 2016<December 19, 2016 Winter Solstice by Amy Nemecek Editor’s Note: A version of this piece was previously published in the Indiana Voice Journal. I wake while it’s dark and lie in bed…
EditorialSeptember 5, 2016<September 5, 2016 Pray and work by Kirstin Vander Giessen-Reitsma I’m debating whether I can summon the energy to get out of bed between snippets of NPR on the clock radio. Through my bedroom…
EssayJuly 11, 2016<July 10, 2016 Nashville by Ingrid Lochamire The slap-crack of skateboards hitting cement punctuates the air. The town park vibrates with laughter, conversation, dog yelps, honking horns. Overhead, dark clouds roll,…
EssayJune 20, 2016<June 15, 2016 Feasting in the dark of night by Laura Menze I cherish the rhythm of sharing meals with others, be it the simplest meals of black beans and rice to the most festal Sabbath…
EssayNovember 11, 2015<February 15, 2016 How to tell when it’s winter in a Michigan farmhouse by Tom Springer The years have a way of making technology lose its bluster. And so do the centuries. When our southern Michigan farmhouse was built, the…
EssayNovember 9, 2015<November 10, 2015 Indiana winter, take one by Ben Brazil On the day it reached 13 degrees below zero, I decided to go for a walk. Our dog begged to go after weeks marooned…
EditorialNovember 2, 2015<February 15, 2016 A time to grieve by Kirstin Vander Giessen-Reitsma At the first signs of decline, I saw the illusion I’d buried in the depths of my subconscious float to the surface: I had…