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I like to think the word “snob” doesn’t apply to me at all, but I’ve come to accept that I’m a snob about at least two things in life: coffee and lakes.
I have no defense for the first snobbery—I just like my coffee extra strong, dark, and fresh, and if it’s not that way, [...]
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Two years ago today I moved into my house. I’m a big fan of marking important events other than just birthdays and wedding anniversaries. It’s a way to remind yourself of blessings, and an opportunity to share them with others. The best celebrations involve a deliberate remembering process—of where you were in your life before [...]
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Every morning for the past month or so, Jason and I have awoken to the sound of golf balls falling from the sky. The sound of golf balls, mind you, not actual golf balls. Instead of errant golfers, we have gangs of evil squirrels throwing black walnuts down like ammunition.
As we lie in bed, [...]
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I seem to have a thing for problem cities.
When I was a kid, growing up in Michigan in the 1970s and 80s, the most exciting weekend family plans involved going to Detroit, where my dad was born. Detroit was exciting and fascinating on every level. It was huge, full of things to do, and [...]
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I used to see them all the time.
I was fresh out of college and poor, working as a newspaper reporter for a weekly paper in a small, wealthy community. These women were all about town at any time of day—dropping off last month’s clothes at the high-end resale shop, running to the multi-million dollar [...]
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The other day, when my friend Nathan complimented my bike, Jason said “Isn’t it great? It’s one of the things about Kristin that made me even more smitten. Just look at her on that bike!”
My bike was one of my prize possessions even before I learned how it played a role in winning my husband.
I [...]
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This story begins with what you might call a disclaimer/confession combo: I’m not proud that I was a scheming sneak this past Friday night…but I’m not exactly sorry, either. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure that most of us feel this internal conflict—somewhere between feeling pleased with ourselves and ashamed—on [...]
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If you take County Road 1600 east from Urbana for about seven miles, then turn north on County Road 1000 and drive for another five miles, you’ll land in Sidney, Illinois, population 1,100.
From what I can tell, Sidney’s main attractions include the homemade soft serve and shakes at the Dairy Bar (or Barn, depending [...]
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During S’s bedtime prayer last night, Jason thanked God for, among other things, our community. After his “amen,” Miss Always Full of Questions (especially at bedtime) asked “What is that one thing you said, community?”
Maybe it’s the writer and word-lover in me, but this is one of my favorite things about parenting—being asked to [...]
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I am sitting at Caffe Paradiso. All alone. Missing Ellen, who used to join me all the time, back in the good ol’ days when she was studying to become a midwife, rather than being a midwife.
I know I’m being selfish—being a midwife is more satisfying (and lucrative) for her. And I realize we’re [...]
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