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The invisible work of washing dishes

The invisible work of washing dishes

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | This week I finally took down the jar of advice rocks from the high living room shelf. The rocks, a wedding gift, are each inscribed with a piece of marital…

Our lost lambs

Our lost lambs

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I remember the Christmas my brother Isaac and I lost the sheep. One was small and white, a tiny plastic lamb no bigger than the baby Jesus figurine. The other…

A reminder of life and death

By Chelsea Boes
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History | Our innkeeper told us we had come to Gettysburg at a propitious time: Remembrance Weekend, during which throngs of period-dressed Civil War enthusiasts march…

A fulfilling farmhouse

A fulfilling farmhouse

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | I hadn’t slept alone for nearly six months. Huddled beneath five quilts in the drafty upstairs of a West Virginia farmhouse, I listened to the boys through…

Safe not spooky

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | My husband stood in the underground stairway singing “Amazing Grace,” the song echoing off the walls and carrying into the darkness outside. We stood near…

Behind God’s frowning providence

Behind God’s frowning providence

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I know the story of Ruth by heart because I listened to its corresponding Adventures in Odyssey episode at least 20 times during my childhood. My brother and…

A stack of prayers

A stack of prayers

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | Lately I’ve taken up the habit of praying through index cards. My college lit professor did this, endlessly walking around the campus pond praying for our…

Vegetable-love

Vegetable-love

By Chelsea Boes
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Food | Last week I stood at the Saturday farmer’s market, goggling at the tomatoes. They were so red, round, and multitudinous, spread out on mismatched tables in…

Staying in tune

Staying in tune

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | This week I watched my husband string a guitar for the first time. He walked to the corner of our bedroom late one night and extracted the instrument, the…

Learning to love through a lost art

Learning to love through a lost art

By Chelsea Boes
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Marriage | I extracted two brown gloves from my purse and applied them to my icy hands. This was December in New York, and I had just perched myself in a waiting room…

Web Reads: The heartbreak of Ebola in Sierra Leone

By Susan Olasky
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Newsworthy | Ebola heartbreak. A Norwegian psychologist working with Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders) in Sierra Leone, writes this moving story about…

These are the good old days

These are the good old days

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | Last March I was driving my yellow car through the filthy remains of our long winter. Our whole New York region was in that stage of repose where the snow has…

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