Category Archives: Back Issues
After the Miscarriage
They say holidays are hard times for those who’ve lost loved ones. I’m 33, happily married, and we still visit my grandparents’ homes on Christmas day. Death has not been a big part of my life. But, two years ago, I miscarried on Christmas Day. The uncles, aunts, cousins and vibrant grandparents sat around the (…) MORE »
Selective Feminism, Sometimes the Truth Hurts
I’m an unapologetic fence-sitter. I have never affiliated with a political party, but I’ve never missed an election or mill levy vote. I think everyone ought to earn their way, but I also believe in a social safety-net. I’m in the middle on a lot of things. That said, looking at my life, I probably seem (…) MORE »
Tent Revival
I don’t think I’m a Gospel Tent Revival Type of Girl…..
My conversations with God are limited to two minutes a day; this is how long my oral-b toothbrush is set. They happen at night when I reflect on the day. I clear my head as I clean my teeth. Sometimes I multi-task touching my toes, stretching my hamstrings, examining my chin for stray dark hairs. But usually I reserve this time to think about what is positive and good in my life.
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Fall 2006 Issue I don’t really fit the profile seen by the average grocery shopper as she waits in line at the check out and is bombarded by the proliferation of media. I didn’t establish a bona fide “career” before I had children, nor did I wait the obligatory three years after being married before (…) MORE »
Graduation Day
Fall 2007 Issue Recently, my husband graduated from Notre Dame University with a PhD. I couldn’t be prouder. We went back to South Bend, Indiana, for the graduation ceremony, where Sam donned the doctor’s robe, was hooded by his adviser, and received his diploma. After six years of grueling classes, tests, and nearly three hundred (…) MORE »
Changing Direction
Summer 2007 Issue He clung tightly to my chest trusting my movement my lean my direction too young to hide his concern or curiosity. I smiled gently and held him close as I walked forward amidst the swell, the crowd that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I could feel his body tense with (…) MORE »
