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 […]
Once upon a time, an eligible and attractive young man named Ryan attended a weekend conference. Just your average Mennonite conference on a hot summer weekend. Lots of men preached. Old friends met up. Music happened. Good food was served. Young men thought of young women. A certain John Coblentz and his family also attended
Confession: Sometimes I am not very nice to him. Who would have guessed it, in the dreamy days when his voice on the phone was just the sound I longed to hear, nourishing a place deep inside me? Who would have guessed it, in the blissful days of leisurely picnics, happy reunions, endless hours of
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I sat beside him long ago when the brush of his sleeve against mine sent fire all down my body. I sat beside him hundreds of times when his arm was solid and comforting against my own. I sat beside him when there was such pain between us I shied away from the softest touch of
I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. —Dr. Seuss ***** Dear Ladies, Having written a note to the other half of the species, I would like to direct a comment your way as well. Once upon a time I tried to convince my four-year-old son Aarick, who was in danger of
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Dear Gentlemen, Not too many of you read this blog, and even fewer are single; but I know some of you out there, and perhaps you could help pass the word to your compadres. Did you know that most single women are not single by choice? Love, Shari Zook
Confession: This post is exactly two weeks overdue. At Valentine’s Day, I gathered some perspectives on love from women at three different stages of life: a newlywed, a seasoned wife, and a single lady. I did some homework, asked for input on my questions… and then spent Valentine’s Day burying my grandpa. But love is never out
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