Editor Letter

December 18 2014

Black and White Christmas

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I walked in a crowd, surrounded by faces that looked nothing like mine. By happenstance, I ended up walking beside him as he wept for his son. From time to time, the crowd would stop as …

Culture

December 18 2014

I Want a Literal Seventh Day

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They say you rested on the seventh day. After six days of creative activity, you took a break. No more speaking words and watching world wisp into place. I can't imagine what it is like …

Family

December 17 2014

Owning the New Picture

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I'm the first one to tell you that I'm not, nor will I ever be a "homeschooling mama". I don't think I have the drive to spend hours studying to make a lesson plan or …

On being “healed of being a big deal”

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When I was four years old, I donned the emerald green satin leotard of my dreams, tutu attached, and danced on a stage before an auditorium full of smiling people, STARING AT ME (and about …

When Children Appear (as Grown-ups)

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During the hurried disquiet commonly referred to as “The Holidays,” the spinning seems relentless. But every now and then—especially when we least expect it—the world slows. Or, appears to slow. Either way, it allows us …

Who am I? Trying to Separate Faith From Depression

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I’ve never wanted to be a broken record. Spinning the same monosyllabic sounds over and over again. I feel like I’m always the “honest” guy. Which, I’m fine with to a certain extent, but can …

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