There are a few things that define the Dorr family. (1) We are excessively, unabashedly, and joyfully Lutheran. (2) We love capitalism. (3) We laugh. A lot. (4) We think the kitchen table, outside of the Divine Service, is one of the best places for families to gather. (5) We enjoy a healthy, robust argument. I mean, discussion. I mean, argument. Discussion. Whatever. (6) We … Continue reading our DNA

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

I like to watch an old man cutting a sandwich in half, maybe an ordinary cold roast beef on whole wheat bread, no pickles or onion, keeping his shaky hands steady by placing his forearms firm on the edge of the table and using both hands, the left to hold the sandwich in place, and the right to cut it surely, corner to corner, observing … Continue reading sandwiches