My ideal Sunday goes something like this: Go to church. Eat a simple lunch with the family. Take a nap. Write (with no distractions) for an hour or two. Eat popcorn, talk with Will, and play with the kids. Clean up the house and go to bed at a decent hour. I like a day …
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Under the Stairs, and the Storm that Wasn’t
The week after the hailstorm, tornadoes threatened to destroy Kansas. As dire weather forecasts poured in that Thursday, I moved restlessly about the house, putting things in order. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to tidy my nest—if a tornado flattened our house, it wouldn’t matter how clean the house was. But …
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On a Sunday Afternoon
My Sunday afternoon siesta was rudely interrupted by a persistent, buzzing fly. Keane was sleeping peacefully, his warm, soft skin pressed against me when the fly landed one too many times. Keane's jerk woke me up, and I laid there for a bit, wishing I could zap that evil fly with a stare. Summer is here with its …
Snapshots of our Week
Here are a few of the things we've been doing this week. Last Sunday afternoon we went biking. (During the summer, we can bike in the evenings, but now it gets dark too early.) Biking around town does several things: it helps me get exercise, we get more familiar with the houses and streets, and we …
Giving Blood, Receiving Friendship
This autumn season has been a particularly lonely one, as I described in my post Sojourners. My old group of friends is winnowing down to a few faithful ones, and my new group of friends is mostly still in that semi-awkward stage. I feel my world tilting, and I'm waiting for it to balance in the direction God has …
No Frigate Like a Book
Books have a happy existence at our house. They are never lonely--they are frequently discussed and admired. Our bookshelves often have books untidily piled on top of the rows with covers and pages spilling out, until someone (I won't say who) comes along and says, "This is a mess! We have too many books!" Out go the books that …
Medicine Lodge Peace Treaty Weekend
The town was abuzz for months preparing for an event that took place this weekend. The event is called the Peace Treaty celebration, to remember the Medicine Lodge Treaty signed in October of 1867 between the United States government and the Plains Indians. However, the activities this weekend focused on more than Indian history. A panorama …
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