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On Fossils, Faith and Getting Published
When we bought our house from my parents a couple decades ago, my father was excited to show me a large fossil rock in the backyard. It looked like it could have been the vertebrae of an ancient critter, maybe that of a huge hawk. A hawk at our bird feeder last...
Becoming One
Christ in you, the hope of glory. Colossians 1:27 We had been to a Christmas Eve service together—my husband, son and his wife—that year. It had left us wanting more, or less, as the case may have been. It was 2019, they had gone to church for me. The music had been a...
What Letter?
A letter I have been waiting for came in the mail today. I waited to open it ‘til Todd got home, a sort of celebratory thing, you know? He looked through the mail when he walked in and said, “Library of Congress.” I said, “Yeah, kind of feels like I’m a real writer,”...
Writing My Father’s Stories ~a Reflection
Fannie and I had a big outing to the Post Office this week. I thought ahead, and stocked up on Christmas stamps while I was there. Last year, I sent out all the cards from the boxes that had collected in the attic over the years, so I still need cards. My parents were...