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By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

My bottom was already numb, and my skinny shoulder blades ached against the hard wooden pew where weekly as a child I sat obediently a few rows back on the left-hand side of the church with my family. Mostly I spent a lot of time staring at the stack of big black hymn numbers . . .

By Tina Teng-Henson

I could probably write for days about all the changes that have taken place in me in the 8 weeks, 5 days, one hour, and 2 minutes since my daughter Beatrice was born. But since I aim now to start and end projects as quickly and efficiently as I can...

By Kate Peterson

An assistant professor in the humanities writes about her thoughts and prayers as she begins the new semester.

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 Sara Scheunemann

I used to be a huge fan of New Year’s resolutions, so much so that I took any new beginning as an opportunity to set goals...

By Carmen Acevedo Butcher

Do you experience the joy of God’s playfulness? Carmen Acevedo Butcher finds evidence of it in the literature she studies and in her life.

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