I may have not been the greatest in gymnastics as a child, and I may have cheated at math. I may have been a little chubby, and I might have had crazy frizzy hair. But it all pales in comparison to my theology at age 5 . . . which was way, way worse. Continue reading ay yi yi
I was planning on writing a long, sentimental post about how much I love going home, being on the farm, and spending time with my parents to accompany some pictures from my time in Iowa. But because the world doesn’t read enough poetry, and because I first heard this poem read by a retired schoolteacher while sitting on a porch overlooking train tracks on another … Continue reading Home
One of the best parts of going to my parents for a few days is the pile of recipes I bring home. And all the food I eat while I’m there. And the way everything tastes better when Mom makes it. But until I get back to the farm again, here’s a little recipe that’s perfect to eat when it’s still 106 degrees in St. … Continue reading cheesecake-stuffed peaches
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