We’ll start with the north and south poles—those who read lots of blogs and those who read almost none at all. By their request and my own, we are keeping the names of specific blogs out of it. Enjoy. ***** Ms. 99/41 is my friend Anita Yoder, also a blog writer. She initially commented— I read […]
His name was Heinz Gaugel. He died in 2000 at 73 years of age, but I met him five years before that, when I was an innocent and starry-eyed twelve. When I entered the studio, he sat with his back to me. A canvas road stretched away from him, with horses and buggies scattered along
Confession: I am not much of a Black Friday shopper. My purchases of the day totaled one large plastic sled, two gas candle lighters, one sympathy card, and one bottle of dish soap. My friend bought a couch. She is a sweet old lady, this friend, and I am starting to forget that the first time
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This post is an inside window into what it’s like sending my sensory-driven son Regan to first grade. He is blessed: with an amazing school, a small classroom, and a wonderful teacher who loves him–Miss Yvonne Yoder. Though I wrote the post as if to her, she knows every bit of it already. And more.
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So what about them marital differences? Here’s a parting piece of advice that I would like to learn to take myself—some days I swallow it with a smile, some days I choke. * Please be careful. A woman’s scorn is poison. If you’re going to infiltrate your marriage with scorn, you might as well lace his
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Confession: Sometimes I am tired of hearing about this “true love” bit. I suspect the way we talk about it is all wrong. We talk about it as the one true path amid a host of bunny trails. We say that it’s waiting, that it’s out there somewhere. We say that we found it, as
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To anyone who is worried about whether or not the psycho writer of this blog can be trusted, rest assured. She cannot. However, only in a single five minute period of frivolity has she ever deliberately posed here as someone she is not, say between the hours of 11:17 and 11:22 on a dark Wednesday
My husband is a great man. He’s smart, talented, articulate, and well-informed about the world. I believe in his character and leadership, trusting him implicitly (at least 60% of the time, faking it the last 40) to make good decisions for the welfare of our family. You would think that with so much brilliance at
“I’d like a small iced cappuccino,” I tell the waitress at Timmy’s. “Caramel.” As I carry it to my vehicle I take my first sip. I’ve never tried a caramel iced cappuccino before, and the sweet coffee flavor explodes upon my senses. Unexpectedly, I begin to cry right there in the Tim Horton’s parking lot,
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Confession: I have edited and re-edited the draft for this post multiple times with a view to make it gentler, but instead, it comes out bolder and more passionate each time. I will stop now before it gets worse! I guess I need to admit I care about the issue more than I thought… and
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