Lore Ferguson Wilbert in The Understory writes about the grief of losing friends because of politics, a relative abused people in the church, and the old, deep sorrow of her…
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These days it feels like our society’s fabric is tearing so badly I can no longer read a book like I Cheerfully Refuse. Leif Enger’s dystopian novel, gives me nightmares…
A box bounced tumbled down the field in front of our neighbor’s home. Even far away I could see it was an empty Amazon Prime box, the wind kicked away…
2010 The fat belly moon rises between the Petersons’ barn and our woodpile. It is as wide and large as you see in doctored photos, a pale orange. Fat belly…
August, 1988 If I hadn’t walked out to meet Bruce, dressed in my nightshirt and bathrobe, I might not have seen them. They shot straight overhead as if they were…
When I pulled John Ciardi’s translation of Dante’s The Divine Comedy off the shelf, all kinds of memories rose because the book marked the beginning of my own descent into…
Finally the fields dried enough to hitch Morgen. While the ground is still soft, she does not sink holes with her hooves, nor does the carriage make ruts. The day…
The mountains cut the sky like a butcher’s knife dismembered a lamb. We halted. Moses stopped by the one where he said he saw the bush on fire. The mountain…
The epistle reading for the second Sunday of Easter was the famous passage from I John: “If we say we have no sin we deceive ourselves and the truth is…
“I think we should put her in a nursing home,“ I said, terrified of cleaning and bathing my own mother-in-law. My brother-in-law was more compassionate and set her up with…