The Secret
This is the opposite of that other, manifesting secret. — When I was a toddler-baby my mom would set me down on my diapered ass […]
This is the opposite of that other, manifesting secret. — When I was a toddler-baby my mom would set me down on my diapered ass […]
Last week I had a surreal experience — I witnessed my husband’s book be birthed at Friesens in Altona! This is a rare opportunity, since […]
Mennonites at war. I love how fraught those three words are, conjuring two opposing images in my mind. First, of Mennonites in church, repressing hostility, […]
I think part of the reason I wanted to leave this small menno-centric region had nothing to do with being Mennonite. I think it might’ve […]
I used to be confused by the existence of Mitchell. It’s awfully close to Steinbach, separated by just two short miles — a distance that’s […]