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5th of October

Packs and The Lone Wolf—How to Deal with the Deadly, Including Ourselves


Electric races lightening fast through my nerves around 9:30 p.m. A pack of coyotes starts yipping and barking. They are close.  Very close.  Right on the edge of the densely wooded ravine next to our log home. My heart thumps hard in my chest. The eerie sounds of the pack grip me as I stand with Rose and Baker on our front lawn under the star-studded sky. If able, I know where dour dogs will


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15th of September

On the Edge: How Now Shall We Live?


Here is the world. You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time, you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you. Frederick Buechner   Our float plane’s pontoons land softly on Uyak Bay. We slide by her, the Harvester tree I long to see each time I


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16th of August

When You’re Scared and You Don’t Know What To Do


Since this weekend? Seems we’re consumed. In our nation . . . What he said. What he didn’t say. When he said it. Or didn’t say it. Why he took so long to say it. Is he fit? Is he unfit? Are we safe? Are we unsafe? Is the world safe? This opinion. That opinion. This criticism. That criticism. This defense. That attack. I’m weary of it all. I want to be an ostrich. Instead,


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13th of July

Make Hay While The Sun Shines


They say, “Make hay while the sun shines” and this is true. Those of us around here with horses need hay cut at just the right time. We watch the weather, hoping for three, back-to-back sunny days for hay harvesting because horse hay must be dry. Otherwise, hay molds and can’t be fed to horses.   Last week was our first three-day stretch of dry since the hay was ready for harvest. I watched as


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5th of July

Abundance from Dependence


What do you do when your dreams aren’t coming true? What do you do when your heart breaks from the ache of wanting something so much and it looks like that one dream may never be yours?  Like Hannah who wanted a child.  Desperately. So what did Hannah do?  Instead of lashing out at her tormenter Peninnah, Hannah went straight to God with her lament and her request.  (1 Samuel 1:1-20) In short, Hannah poured


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21st of June

Fear Not—An Invitation to the Freedom of Dependence


The men in my life are laying out clothes, filling up containers, packing enough for five days of their ten away in two cities where terror has struck again—London and Paris.  And they’ll be standing on the beaches where some other mother’s boys landed and turned the waters red at the same ages as our sons—19 and 23.  They’re going to witness history and pay their respects. Will my husband and sons return? Our daughter


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16th of June

Weathering the Storms


I stand on the balcony of our west-facing library and see the young pumpkin vines beginning to flower yellow.  My eyes scan the rows of tender tomatoes and marigolds two weeks old, crying for relief from the oppressive heat and hard winds that can turn soil to dust and parch leaves crisp.  Their vulnerable stems bend low as if begging their Creator. How long, oh God?  How long? Where’s relief in the desiccated days that


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31st of May

The Worth of Work and Pain


I cleared fall’s dead from the winding perennial borders—the purple coneflower stems, the sedum stalks.  I removed the invasive honeysuckle and hemlock planted by birds in places they don’t belong.  I cut down clumps of Karl Foerster grass, making way for new growth.  I dug up and divided overgrown hostas, giving some away to those in need and filling bare spots. My husband and I worked together spraying Round Up on the quack grass that


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6th of April

Dust to Dust And The Peace that Comes with Letting Go


They carried her to the altar, their mother.  They carried her, all ash in a small wooden box. They covered her with a white cloth, embroidered with a cross.   A cross.   Where Christ paid for our ultimate reconciliation—restored relation between holy God and sinner.  Between sinners and sinners . . . All watched as the two brothers carried her, their mother, the one who once carried them in her womb, knit together by


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29th of March

Over the Edge


Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Luke 12:6-7 Soon, I will watch the swallows nest in the barn, hatching naked in cups of twig and feather. Soon, fat bodies will crowd and I will wonder why they stay stuck when there’s a whole world to


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22nd of March

UNRAVELING THE UNKNOWNS


He’s in critical condition with broken bones and a ripped up brain in an induced coma. He’s the 16 year-old brother of one of my former art students.  Our families attended the same church for a few years. Headed to school last Friday morning, he comes to a curve.  His car tumbles sideways—three times, I hear.  I see video of  his car being dragged out of the woods.  But he’s not out of the woods


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10th of February

Left and Right Wings (Raw Writing–Unapologetically Unedited)


I flew to St. Martin on the day of the presidential inauguration.  Leaving my home at four in the morning with a negative six degrees Fahrenheit freezing my bare ankles, I drove forty-five minutes south and parked my car in Remote Lot A.  Thankfully, the airport shuttle had just arrived at the shelter.  A young woman and I boarded, the only two in the vehicle, sitting across from each other, shivering. “Where are you headed?”


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