A Dad Can Change a Legacy

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I rediscovered this snapshot of my parents last week. I don’t know if I love it more because of my mom’s big smile or because my dad made her feel like smiling like that. Music was playing, which meant my dad had to snatch up a dance partner. Be prepared to twirl across the farmhouse floor, even if you can’t dance! I like this picture, too: my dad playing guitar... Read More

My Own Personal Lorica: Verses for Meditation

Around St. Patrick’s Day, I discovered Loricas — prayers chanted for protection. Literally, “lorica” means “armor” or “breastplate.” St. Patrick had enemies — druid priests — who probably placed curses on him and wanted to kill or enslave him. Hence, the need for protection! (If you missed it, here was my St. Patrick’s... Read More

Molasses Seed Round Recipe: Not for the Birds

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I happened to be making this Molasses Seed Round Recipe when two of my husband’s adopted teenage brothers came over to help him build something or other. Their comments: “They look like bird seed.” “What are they, for constipation or something?” My husband bought them pizza, which kept them quiet for a while!! But if you’re the type who thinks... Read More

Blood, Guts, Gore, and Brownies: Processing Grass-Fed Chickens

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My husband and I were up until 3am last Wednesday night, processing 32 massively oversized grass-fed chickens. Unfortunately, the chicks don’t hatch out of their shells, neatly plastic-wrapped in packages of white meat for me. This spring, our family has been redefining backyard chicken-keeping, by putting them in the front yard. I think it is the only relatively flat piece... Read More

The Plan: Just Be

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Sitting in the passenger’s seat of a racy red car, I glanced over at my driver. She looked exactly like me. We were flying down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, top rolled back, wind whipping through our identical hair. Without warning, directly in the near path, a huge chasm opened its hungry mouth. My twin driver stepped hard on the brakes, the way I do when I’ve... Read More

My Cross Training Session

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I’ve taken up running this past week – which you already know, if you’re friends with me on Facebook. And you already know that my husband bought me some dedicated running shoes… And that I completely shocked myself yesterday morning, by running the distance of a 5K! I’ve been wondering what to do for cross training, on the lighter exercise days.... Read More

Fluffy, et al. Settle into Farm Life

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I’ve posted before about my struggle to settle into farm life… …which must seem idyllic to some people, considering the number of families in our church who are moving to little acreages in the country recently. It’s just a lot of work, especially for a family with four very young children and a dad who works the equivalent of two other jobs. And it’s... Read More

Poem: To The God Who Can Feel

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I am so grateful for the spiritual “watchdogs” in our church. When I returned, after years of being out of church, they helped reground me in biblical beliefs, dispelling quite a bit of painful misunderstanding. But sometimes — in a dash back to my science writing days — I wish I could adjust their “sensitivity and specificity” a little! It is... Read More

Good Friday Comfort

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We’ve been preparing for Easter with fuzzy felted Etsy eggs. Soft comfort, on Good Friday, the anniversary of the most comfortless day ever. We pulled out the crown made of rose bush thorns from our garden and the cross of garage nails bound together with hair ribbon… …symbols of instruments for deliberately hurting someone… to death. There was no question... Read More

Pearls and Priests (and a Hoof Trimmer)

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I’m not proud of myself for this, but several weeks ago, if you had visited, you would have found me curled up on the sofa, throwing an impressive pity party for myself. I was afraid I had irritated a friend, exactly the type of thing that can color my entire world gloomy. Black confetti was raining down, and mentally I was poking pins into any upward-bound thought bubbles. This... Read More