What An Ice “Storm” Reminded Me About Family

This past Friday, it rained some trace amount that couldn’t be measured, and my entire city went berserk. All weekend, the weather, the accidents, and how long it took to get home were the only topics of conversation. Hours. We spent hours talking about it. It caught everybody off guard. See, it was supposed to…

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Spring, Sprang, Sprung (wearing out the cliché)

It’s that time of year again. Sloppy rows of birch, maple and sycamore, hugging the writhing creeks, weary after a long winter’s worth of holding their breath, exhale a soft halo of glowing lime. The understory stretches, a dense, impassable wonderland of redbud and dogwood and wild blackberry flinging its splendor out for all to…

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Crowning the Year

Fall color is peaking this week, here in mid-Missouri. And this year, that means something extra. There is nothing bad that doesn’t carry with it some good, as Caroline Ingalls said. In this case, the cold and rain that delayed planting, stunted crop growth, and now threatens to make harvest drag on through Advent—all these…

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