identity

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

Across campus, singing birds pull out all the stops, and students read in hammocks strung between trees; so spring approaches: “Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!” as Elizabethan playwright Thomas Nashe wrote 400 years ago...

By Sara Scheunemann

A few years ago during Lent, I started picking up the books I loved as a child for another reading. Maybe I did so because I had given up television and movies, but still found myself longing for stories. Or maybe my familiar old friends...

By Jen Underwood

I spotted the beautiful blue-and-green variegated yarn on the sales table at a local yarn shop a few weeks ago...

By Elizabeth Bradley

Hidden in a small red leather-bound volume with letter-press printing, Elizabeth Bradley sees a lesson for our lives.

By Debra Rienstra

In order to prevent us nice Christian teenagers from indulging in let-loose drinking and debauchery on graduation night, a group of parents devised a nefarious plan...

By Sharon Gartland

Sharon Gartland finds hope hiring a woman to help her with housework and does not miss the spiritual analogy.

By Angie Crea O'Neal

English professor Angie Crea O’Neal considers the mysteries of the opal, her October birthstone, in this creative non-fiction reflection for The Well.

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