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As I Think About You on an Icy Day

A husky dog peeks out the neighbor’s window, his ears alert and high in wonder at the snow. Red maple leaf buds rock in icy wind, while a cloud of snow-dust blows heavy from off my roof, sweeping down. Evening school and church events pile up email cancellations, and car spin-outs light up the digital…

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Global Fusions of Hope and Joy Amidst Anguished Headline News

Silver grey frosts bare branches. Two maples and an unknown tree stand motionless in my backyard. Across two yards, a neighbor’s window lights up from the flashing wall television in their background. Trees, distance, and angles between us obscure any identifiable picture, and the story flashes on in pieces. I sip coffee, wax philosophic, and…

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Mistaken Marbles & A Step into Eternity

“It’s fun to be some place where there’s so much art,” he says smiling, as we explore an island in Minneapolis. We climb up underneath a giant highway bridge, hearing the cars roar overhead. Later I snap photos of him down by the river, across from the gleaming blue glass skyline and mirrored river water.…

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I Ran Into an Old Enemy But Didn’t Recognize Him at First

I ran into an old enemy last weekend but I didn’t recognize him at first. On a walk last Friday night with my friend, she and I walked on sand-colored boardwalks over a prairie marsh. Olive grasshoppers bounded knee high and wild raspberry bushes climbed four feet tall, up and onto the walkway, leaning out…

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Of Flour Dough and Romance

I measure handfuls of flour, the silky white dust slipping under my fingernails and coating my inner fingers. Radhika taught me this, how to make home-made Indian roti bread. I count handfuls of flour, “five, six,” and then pause to wonder how much bread Mark and I will eat for lunch with our chicken schwarmas.…

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He Doesn’t Know I Am Watching

I saw him again this week. I hadn’t seen him for a few months and suddenly there he was. He didn’t see me. He doesn’t even know me, and yet he has made an impact on me. But, before him… before seeing this gentleman… there was a wedding venue. She arrives glowing, shoulder-length dark hair…

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In the Garden of Gethsemane in Israel: An Easter Glimpse

  “The Greeks have butchered my language,” he grins. Ophir is our Jewish tour guide in Israel. We’re standing in an enclosed garden with olive trees and flowers, our group of twenty-three people and Ophir. “Gethsemane should be gat shemanim, place of oil, oil presses,” Ophir said.  “Jesus and his disciples would have been praying…

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Israel-Bound!

“Your shekels are in,” she said, this short-blonde-haired bank teller who shares my name. My heart jumped. Shiny green and yellow paper currency sparkles now in the sunlight on my kitchen table. Silver threads and imprints refract light. We are heading to Israel. My husband and I are joining a group from our church and…

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Navigating the New Year, Awash with Wonder and Life

“Pardon me.”  I smile at her, catching the woman’s eyes. “Your scarf’s on the floor. I don’t know if it’s wet…” my voice trails off, and I glance at the floor. Dry near her, puddles pool nonetheless elsewhere. Fresh white snow outside has been plowed and pushed into fifteen feet high mountainous walls, ringing parking…

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The Woman Through the Window

“We’re going back to what’s familiar,” she said, smiling at her companion, “our normal version of Cribbage.” The older gentleman with her says something I can’t hear. Their voices are a dim hum behind me, flitting in and out of my attention. A woman across from me slices her egg frittata and pierces a bite…

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