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  • I never expected to be doing missionary work, hampered as I am by doubt in the existence of God. It began when our book group met at a church and I…
  • A friend is telling me about the new man in her life. “I really like the guy,” she says, “but I’m finding out he has a lot of baggage.” “We all do by this…
  • As my husband and I set off for a hike along Lake Michigan, the sky is cloudy and the forecast unfavorable—but we are wearing rain jackets and sturdy…
  • Every morning I collect the newspaper from the front porch, feed the cat, and plug in a pot of coffee. Then I go down in the basement to clean out my…
  • It was a bad time to fall out of love. For one thing, my husband and I were on vacation. For another, we were trapped in one small room of a bed and…
  • Before our yoga class begins, another student comes up to me and whispers, “I just had a cup of hot chocolate with a shot of espresso!” I don’t know…
  • Every time I travel a certain highway south of Traverse City, I look for a single elm tree on the north side of the road. A glorious, healthy elm that…
  • I’m scraping the inside of an orange, not because there’s much pulp left but because my grandfather used to scrape his orange clean—each half like a…
  • A recent widow is sorting through her late husband’s things and giving some away. A book of poems comes to me called, appropriately enough, “Dear Anyone.”…
  • In a doctor’s waiting room the other day, I watched a tall man walk in, a good-looking man with gray hair and a carefully-tended comb-over. My first…