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It’s dance season. I’m pushing a broom across the floor, collecting an impressive pile of bobby pins, sequins and orange and green feathers. I like to…
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This last week I was finally let go from my job – not my regular 9 to 5 you understand, but from my side gig - as a personal shopper. It was always for a…
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It all started so innocently. One of my kids just got a job in Fort Worth, Texas. And February felt like a great time to help him move, a chance to get…
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The snowy weather has had me inside the last couple of weeks, with time on my hands to read. This is the time of year I often turn to poetry, and as has…
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There’s an old country song by Dan Hicks, “How can I miss you when you won’t go away?” To me, that’s 2020 in a nutshell.At the theatre, we are in the…
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Paul Gingrich was for many years my neighbor here in Elkhart. He and his wife Anne were world-travelers with vast experience and influence in places all…
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It was twenty-five years ago. Pastor Duane Beck of Belmont Mennonite Church had just done a funeral for a young man in the neighborhood who had died from…
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Downtown is deserted. You could imagine tumbleweeds blowing down Main Street past the theater’s façade. I pull into the truck dock, where another vehicle…
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It’s a good day in our house. I just received a new 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle in the mail. It’s a Star Wars one, a happy conglomeration of posters from…
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As I look back at the past twelve months, I realize that 2019 was the year of the bad joke. In the middle of work, of play, of family changes, of national…