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The Detriment of Stifling Tears Women should cry because they are made for tears. “I remember standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes and telling myself, ‘I will not cry. I will not cry, I will not cry,’” she told me. “What was wrong with crying if you were hurting?” I asked. “He made fun…
I am wearing red I am wearing red today* because it was Mom’s favorite color. Mom Slabach always said she didn’t understand why Christian conservative folks didn’t think women should wear read. Yes, red was a color often worn by harlots, she knew. She’d been reminded of that many times. She didn’t care if that’s what harlots…
Under Construction We never finish when we’re under construction. There is always an addition or an extra window that can add to decor. That’s how it is with learning to love like Jesus loved. I think about this in February, when it’s time to take down the Valentine décor on the shelves in the dining room…
Growing older is what we are doing together.
An ordinary school day An apology was the last thing from my mind that day. Yet it is something I have never forgotten. When school work was caught up, we were allowed to read or find another way to entertain ourselves. My classroom was one of four in the school. Our classroom housed about twenty-five…
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