The grief sat like a bubble in my chest, stuck, not working it’s way out in tears. They came with great heaves when I sat on my rock in the…
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In the days before we cut our hay I remembered how I used to run into our hayfields and flop down looking at the clouds and hay towering over me….
Morgan Guyton, a Facebook friend, posted that he would be holding a prayer meeting on the app Zoom at 10 p.m. Central time as a response to the #MeToo movement….
Last fall, Bruce and I drove down North Avenue, past Maywood Park to a church where Kenneth Woodward, former religion editor at Newsweek and Martin Marty, Lutheran scholar, were talking about…
Doors, gates, doors, been thinking about doors for a month or so. I see the gate our neighbor closed to his 300 acres so cattle could walk in there and…
Remember the book report, that standard assignment we wrote in school? Well, this task has followed me to one of my greatest pleasures—reading, and I’m not even in school. I…
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for reading my work. It’s been a good thing to share my writing with you and others . Otherwise it would be stuck…
Back in October, the combines were buried in the corn, moving slower than I’ve ever seen them, the corn taller than the cabs. These huge machines waded in slowly, look like…
Dan Klefstad of WNIJ looks like he sounds, tall, lanky, with a very kind voice that sounds the same in person as it does on the radio. He met us…
When I think of a well, I think of the big round stone that sat outside my brother’s room on the farm in New York. It looks like a millstone…