My Take on “The Woman Who Became a Fox” The following is my retelling of Martin Shaw’s story: “The Woman Who Became a Fox”, that was the first story in…
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“I did not mean to fall in love, but the men with the big machines came up our road to cut the last of the season’s corn.” This line caught…
Stretches of sunny days passed this fall and I wondered when our neighbor would drop our hay. Then he rolled onto our field, he and his son, running up and…
Sunday, September 28 Martin Shaw closed out this week’s House of Beasts and Vines essay A Thousand Fires by saying: So here’s to all of us, traveling or stationary, finding…
I thought I’d try to imagine Sarah’s life with Abraham from her perspective. I’ve been taking a course on the Book of Jubilees, a series of oral traditions compiled around…
I walk out and the soybeans are fattening from patches barely turning yellow, to big swathes of yellow that remind me of the slow changing color where gray horses fade…
This Sunday, September 7, 2025, happens to be my mother’s death day. Forty-four years ago, she gave birth to her death on Labor day. The night before, I’d dreamed of…
The Boone County Fair marks the end of summer and the beginning of school. When I was teaching at NIU, I felt pressure to finish my syllabus during fair week….
I started this essay awhile ago but never posted it. I needed something for you to read this week, that I didn’t have to pull out of whole cloth for…
Martin Shaw in Live as Large As Homer challenged us to listen for God’s call. Not just listen but have our eyes wide open to a sight as startling as…