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“Let me tell you a story,” Estevan said. “This is a story about heaven and hell. If you go visit hell, you will see a room like this kitchen. There is a pot of delicious stew on the table, with the most delicate aroma you can imagine. All around, people sit,...
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We didn’t get around to Christmas cards this year, but come January, when the real depth and breadth of winter set it, I started making paper Cardinals. They made me happy in the same tangible, heart-happy way playing the Ukulele does. The crimson card...
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I’ve seen better days, dripping down your face. We don’t have to talk, let’s dance. – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros We’re fourteen years in – seven years without kids and seven years with – so it feels like...
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He looks tall, to me, and burly, like someone who played football in high school. Gray-haired, with some extra weight around the middle, he carries his daughter to school every day through the long winter months, wrapped in a blanket. I saw him this morning, as...
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” . . . out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.” Luke 6:45 Standing near the kitchen counter in the morning, Levi grabs a sippy-cup of warm milk and hands it to Isaiah. “Air, Yay-yah,” he says, holding out the cup. He...
