• Sniffing Snow

     My dog, Rue, might have been the only one excited to see seven inches of fluffy new snow at the cabin. By this time, we’re hoping to mothball the snowblowers (all three of them) and move on to Spring. Folks in the U.P. are used to Mothers’ Day blizzards or […]

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  • Hutchmoot

    Well, the Hutchmoot is over. That perfect doxology echoed in the Church of the Redeemer ending the weekend and the little taste of heaven that it was. Hutchmoot was community, beauty and vulnerability. God smiling on us, encouraging all of our tiny (and not so tiny) stuff. Excellent books, spectacular […]

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  • Stuff I’ve Learned

    Thinking. Learning some. Stuff I’ve learned: I’m lazy, selfish and self-centered. Self-concious (as evidenced right here). Other times, thankfully, I’m the opposite. I like that me better. Sometimes I want praise. Praise makes me uncomfortable. I hate being new. I like being known. I don’t need to be the center […]

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  • Much has changed. We’re leaving our century-old family farm in the heart of Illinois. I am now a former shepherd. The sheep are still right out back. They come to the sound of my voice (and my husband’s) but they belong to another good shepherd. younger, very kind and experienced. […]

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  • Most people wouldn’t think of November in the U.P. as beautiful. It is. My daughter and her daughter (16 months old) came away to the quiet with me. I’ve been writing, looking deep into the forest, staring at more stars than anyone in Illinois could ever see and rocking a […]

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