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Help! It’s OK to need somebody

Help! It’s OK to need somebody

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | My mother loses her car keys quite a lot. She always has. I have always known the scramble of her searching hands that upset purses, laundry, and piles of…

Here comes the sun … I hope

Here comes the sun … I hope

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | I miss the sun. I miss the sun so much I can feel my body aching for it at the cellular level. I regard my face and arms in the mirror, wondering if they…

Finding God’s mercy in <em>The Bell Jar</em>

Finding God’s mercy in The Bell Jar

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | The best kind of book enthralls you and widens your heart in worship to God at the same time. That happened to me this week, and I wasn’t reading Augustine…

Coping with that pre-wedding feeling of impending doom

Coping with that pre-wedding feeling of impending doom

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | A couple weeks ago, I dreamed I was standing in a room I had never seen before, crying bitterly. My wedding had just passed, and I had forgotten everything. I…

The importance of story-drawers

The importance of story-drawers

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | Since the end of college I have only read books I instantly enjoy. I found Jeannette Walls’ memoir, The Glass Castle , on one of my bowing white bookcases…

There’s no recipe for marriage

There’s no recipe for marriage

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Marriage | I was sitting with a small group of teenage Christian girls. Out of curiosity I asked them, “How many of you keep a list of the things you want in a…

Prescribed reading

Prescribed reading

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | My literature professor once told us to read Graham Greene’s book The Power and the Glory when we were depressed. The advice struck me as being both peculiar…

The pitfalls of procrastination

The pitfalls of procrastination

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | Last week, on Valentine’s Day eve, I wrote a big mushy love card. I sealed it with lipstick and sprayed it with too much perfume. I baked beautiful mocha…

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…

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