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Snow Angel—A City Steward
We come here almost every day, to the steps leading up St. Mary’s Hill that’s a little like climbing the stairway to heaven, in my imagination. Especially in the snow. We don’t know where she lives, but she comes to shovel and salt the 87 or so steps, even when the...
Steaming Hot & Freezing Cold, Staying Young & Growing Old
My home feels like I’m in a poem. “It’s going to be cold at the lake today if we go,” the tall red-headed man says as the heavy oak door opens and closes, bringing in a current of chill air. I jump up from struggling with a sentence to feed the big red-haired dog...
Pondering the Young Mary
Something happened this past week I’ve been wondering if there are new ways to write about really old things. This particular pondering began when I was asked to read from Luke 2 for a wrap-up breakfast at church at the end of our Bible study on following Jesus. It’s...
Oh, the People You’ll Meet
Mailing the Agreement for Just Along for the Ride to my new publisher Sometimes I stand, hands in pockets (hopefully I have pockets) a little self-consciously, as people walk past me, mostly avoiding eye contact, because, you know, that’s what we do sometimes. And I...