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On Do-overs

I first learned that magazines lie when I was thirteen. My sister and I would spend a couple weeks at my grandparents’ house each summer, and my Granny Helen always planned projects for us. We learned to sew, crochet, cross-stitch, dry flowers, and play the piano....

Threadbare Advent: Enough

I’ve been out three times this weekend with advent candles written specifically on my list and forgotten to look each time. Why? I’m distracted by being so full– full of lists, engagements, expectations. So many things call for my immediate attention. I have...

Fall: We’re Still Here

We took this picture the day we crossed into South Carolina this summer. Allow it to stand in for a proper transition. (Yes, this WAS the best one.) I lost a month somewhere during the flood, with a week off school followed by two weeks of late starts. We are getting...

Grace in Any Language

A little over a year ago, I visited a Korean church here on Okinawa with my friend. She explained that the service would be entirely in Korean, but she said not to worry, she would translate. She brought along a hymnal with the Korean on one page and the English on...

On Facing Fights

I’ve seen both my parents break up fights. (And no, they were not fights between my sister and me. My little sister Becky could whoop me by the time she was about nine.) When I was in elementary school, I would walk with my mom over the hill between the middle school...