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  Every year around this time I call the farm. I listen to the muted ring of the rotary phone, and wait.Mom says, “Hello?” Her voice, careful at first, then,“Oh...

  Because we followed an evening star, here, to our new slimmed-down home among the stolid mountains, the high jewel lakes, the anxious highway,the lordly loggi...

  If the dawn that plays on the waves of a lake,if the sway of a bough in a cedar-scented breeze,if bullfrogs and fireflies and the rosy maple moth,all seem tri...

  Jesus wept and cried out, “If only, if only you knew the things that make for peace.” – Luke 19 The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descen...