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“I was there to hear your borning cry. I’ll be there when you are old. I rejoiced the day you were baptized, to see your life unfold.” Each time I spot “Borning Cry” in a church bulletin, my inner spiritual slacker rolls her eyes and sinks into the pew. “Here we go again with the…
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Michelle, I don’t really know you, not really. And yet, I know the you of your writing, and she rocks. I need to tell you–Gracefulwoman–that even though I don’t really know you, I know this God you write about, and the smile He must have when He takes in your blog, your books, YOU. I…
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Getting a new puppy when you have a nine-month-old daughter is, um, not a good idea. Don’t get me wrong, we love our new boxer, Daisy, but navigating the ever-changing movements of a toddler and the ever-moving bowels of a puppy can feel like wrangling a kindergarten class of 35 in a candy store. Yes,…
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This first warm day of spring lured us outside to garden work, mowing, and Charli’s new favorite game of eating sand from the sand box. We came in dirty. A shower erased dirt sock lines and left me revived, but tired. Now, a tinge of tightness crosses the ridge of my nose after it’s first…
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I went to my final night teaching confirmation at our church excited for non-traditional learning with prayer stations around the room (candles, low lighting, reflective music). After explaining how the first group of 150 middle schoolers and parents should be quiet and reflective for the full 45 minutes, I took a quick trip to the bathroom……
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As I sit under my crazy quilt, corners worn, pattern irregular, colors dancing, it’s like I can taste mashed potatoes and hugs after a hard day. Only mom-made quilts seem to wrap me up like that. At home in my comfies, things seem quiet, a valley after a weekend of mountaintop movement. One of the…
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Hi. I’m Evi. (You say it like Chevy.) While I fling this phrase with gusto in real life–hoping those I meet might feel comfortable navigating my often mispronounced name–the words ring a tiny echo in this big Internet space. But. I’m flinging words anyway, as I try to straighten up the shoulders of timid sentences,…
Evi Wusk 