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The mystery of my dad’s tattoo

The mystery of my dad’s tattoo

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | All my life my father has worn a greenish cross tattoo, about 3 inches long, on his left forearm. I have always admired it, but he grows vague and shifty…

Racing for the radio

Racing for the radio

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | Do you have one of those families whose Saturday morning kitchen comes alive every week with pancakes and the radio? Someone yells through the house, “

The hidden poison in all of us

The hidden poison in all of us

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | My best friend Kayla and I sat in a borrowed living room with six sets of teenage eyes staring at us. The girls bent over their notebooks, recording the…

You’re invited to my heavenly dinner party

You’re invited to my heavenly dinner party

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | In heaven I hope to spend part of the time eating ice cream, part of the time oil painting with Winston Churchill, part of the time singing my glorified lungs…

Learning the lessons of love and marriage

Learning the lessons of love and marriage

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Marriage | American author Kate Chopin was born in St. Louis on Feb. 8, 1850, 141 years before me, to the day. She became, I think by accident, one of the forerunners of…

Out with the old

Out with the old

By Mindy Belz
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Essay | When a great tree falls, it may carry a season of life with it

My list-keeping compulsion

My list-keeping compulsion

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | On May 18, 2003, I was 12, and I had just read the last page of a book. You know what that feels like. You get excited because you made it all the way. You…

Those who think, and those who do

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Education | “Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not…

The most harmful of fictions

The most harmful of fictions

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Homosexuality | The last time I tried reading Alice Walker’s The Color Purple , I was too young for its explicit scenes of abuse. It terrified me, and I burnt it in the…

Seeing my pride in the protester wearing a green sweater

Seeing my pride in the protester wearing a green sweater

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | This year’s nursing home caroling service smelled more like death than ever before. Despite this, with one electric piano, one violin, 12 church people, and…

All of life is practice

All of life is practice

By Barnabas Piper
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Essay | In his best-selling book Outliers , Malcolm Gladwell popularized the “theory of 10,000 hours,” the idea that it takes that much time practicing something to…

The wood-chopping workout

The wood-chopping workout

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | It’s cold in New York this week. We’re having, as my brother would say, the kind of weather that makes a sneeze dangerous. To guard against the…

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