Randomness and information gaps
I have been thinking wild things. I have been thinking about my understanding of history, which is pretty much like this…
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my dad
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Last night, I sat next to my father through a benefit auction. My kids scrambled and talked and fought around us. While I was turned toward my dad, my daughter fell off the chair on the other side of me…
The words you gave me
We apologize for the delay. The proprietor of this blog wishes to state that she was temporarily flattened by pizza sauce, sweet corn, and birthday parties. Aw, you guys are so fun! It’s chancy putting a game out there and not knowing if anyone will want to play. I loved watching you dig into your
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In praise of the soybean
My dad grew edamame before it was cool. We called it by another name back then. In the garden he claimed from a Minnesota meadow, he planted rows of soybeans, poor man’s food he remembered from his boyhood. When the plants died in the late summer, he uprooted them by the dozen and laid them
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How to bake a Noah’s Ark cake
When I was in my upper teens, my dad and I attended a Father-Daughter Banquet together. One of the after dinner activities was a paper for the dads to fill out, starting with In ten to twenty years, my daughter will be… Most of the predictions were a variation of I hope she will be serving the
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Uncertainty
“To this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.” Isaiah 66:2 I remember being a little girl, wondering when I would hear God speak. Would he speak out loud? What if I missed him? What if he asked me to do something
On gardening and imperfection
Part A Confession: Almost I would give up writing on any issue I care about, for the way in which I am tested in that area immediately afterwards. I wrote about seeing work as play, and immediately began taking my own so seriously I could hardly stop to breathe. I wrote about grace, and started
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The sun’s birthday
Confession: Where I come from, this is how we do math: seeds + earth = the purest of happiness Look what my dad made me: Last night he called to say “Do you want to come over? I have something for you.” He’s pretty great. (I think I would have said that even if he
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