A backward glance

I try not to engage in unhealthy introspection, especially when it comes to writing. A night when I read through most of the year's worth of posts at once cured me of that. I thought most everything I wrote was petty and silly. Okay, so this was very late at night when I was feeling …

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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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