The main caution I have about blogging (reading or writing) is a traditional conservative-Christian concern about—well, really anything new. What is it replacing? Isn’t that a nice conservative tack? “Not so sure about that there new-fangled tractor. What’ll I do with ma horses?” Blogs take time, no argument there. You heard in the interviews a […]
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
“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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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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Confession: Though I am quixotic enough to dream of intimate tea parties on the lawn, complete with parasols and petit fours, in the meantime this is how I do time with friends— Hey. Any chance you wanna stay for lunch when we do that photoshoot? I’ll make egg sandwiches and iced coffee. Yes! you can
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