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‘You can’t know something until you know it’

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Parenting | In college I had a mentor who taught me many things I cannot put into words. But one of those things she put into words herself, and I have never forgotten…

Our brave little baby

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Faith & Inspiration | Our baby was still an unborn mystery of kicks and rolled sonogram images two weeks ago when I wrote her a note right next to the Star Wars ticket stub I taped…

Being a Christian in a dark world

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Faith & Inspiration | As a teenager, I used to imagine fondly what it would be like to marry a pastor. I thought the pastor’s wife package came with everything I could possibly…

Bolstered by a banana and Luther’s lyrics

Bolstered by a banana and Luther’s lyrics

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Faith & Inspiration | In the last several weeks I’ve learned to sleep with a banana beside my bed. They say insomnia comes as a normal part of the pregnancy package, and mine is…

Mary and me

Mary and me

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Faith & Inspiration | Our little Pennsylvania town really is little . The borough’s boundaries contain a pizza place run by genuine Mediterraneans, a Lutheran church with real…

Thankful for public school

Thankful for public school

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Faith & Inspiration | In one of my happiest memories, I was on the living room floor of my childhood home writing a long report about Martin Luther for my ninth grade English…

Becoming a child again

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Media | Every day when my husband Jonathan comes home from work, he asks me what I wrote about that day. I never give the same answer twice. For example: “Today I…

Fears of a first-time mom

Fears of a first-time mom

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Parenting | Just one glimpse into the newborn care classroom—a sterile upstairs rectangle in the local hospital—made all the feelings I associate with public…

It’s in their blood

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | Last week, a gaggle of busy movers descended on our house—my mother, grandmother, brother, and father. They brought with them a U-Haul stuffed with a new…

You can’t hurry love

You can’t hurry love

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Relationships | This week, as our house overflows with an exorbitant double-shower yield of diapers and pink gifts, my husband Jonathan and I remember a small but sacred…

The cross before me

The cross before me

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Faith & Inspiration | I’ve reached that part of pregnancy where your feet seem to get farther and farther away, like Lewis Carroll’s Alice after she downs the bottle marked…

Navigating the doctrinal divide

Navigating the doctrinal divide

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Faith & Inspiration | A few weeks ago, I met a woman my age during a trip home to New York. We had gone to the same elementary school, and when I saw her I recalled her face and…

 
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