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But what’s a pastor to do when [she’s] got no people to pastor?* I slipped an extra eggunder the broody henand marked the eggsalready gathered therewith a permanent marker’sred x. The hen settled down,welcoming new eggs and old.She puffed wide, her...
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“They’re acting like a$$es.” This is what I told my husband in a quick, condemning whisper during the few seconds our four kids were more than an arm’s length away from us on the hiking trail. I’m not proud of my words, it’s not language I use often, especially...
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It is only in framed space that beauty blooms. – Anne Lindbergh The haiku settles for doing, as I read it anyway, one very simple but crucial thing – it tries to put a frame around the moment. It simply frames a moment. Of course, as soon as you put a frame...
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“If you can segregate yourself enough, that you don’t get to experience all the different cultures, and people, and beauty… then really, you’re not just missing out on that personally, you’re missing out . . . on a piece of the image of...
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Isaiah (age 8) has taken up baking. He bakes like a happy drunk, tripping around the kitchen, leaving a trail of small disasters in his wake. He dives into each recipe like a boulder dropped into a pond, no caution, all energy. We may or may not have all the...
