Marking Time

Marking Time

Most Minnesota mornings find one of us walking the dog. Zuzu takes the lead, ears bobbing and curlicue tail flipped over her back as she trots down the sidewalk of her choice—and yes, she does have an opinion.  One of my favorite routes takes us along a cornfield...
Stones & Scars

Stones & Scars

The Israelites had some mountaintop experiences in the colorful years after the exodus from Egyptian slavery. The midnight hustle out of Egypt, the crossing of the Red Sea, and the first morning of manna were all occasions for celebration. Surely one of the most...
Strawberry Summer

Strawberry Summer

June has started on the cool side this year, delaying the official start to summer for me: the first day of strawberry season. As soon as I hear that the strawberry field is open, I’ll be there. By midday, two flats of bright red berries will have taken over our...
Bumps, Barrels, and Backups

Bumps, Barrels, and Backups

One summer I lived about fifteen miles and 500,000 orange barrels north of where the rest of my life took place. When I wanted to drive from home to church, I had to be either really creative or really patient – and sometimes both. When I wanted to drive from home to...
Leave the Dust

Leave the Dust

We vacuum religiously at our house. Dusting is another story, but you wouldn’t know it from our shelf full of dusting supplies: fuzzy blue Norwex dusting mitts, a California Duster, cans of Endust and Pledge, a Swiffer duster, and a pile of rags big enough to suds the...
Six Feet

Six Feet

We went to the site together, you and I— I drove you there to inspect the stone, newly placed. The summer sun was bright, your grassy spot speckled with shade. You stood six feet back, shoes planted near their final resting place. Six feet of summer green and creeping...

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