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Meeting my editor

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | I once read that writers enjoy their occupation because it gives them the chance to be known and unknown at the same time. Because of their words, people they…

Lessons from <em>Fat Girl</em>

Lessons from Fat Girl

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | Writing—especially writing for children—exists to teach and to delight. That crucial lesson in balance, which not every age has comprehended equally,

A homebody on the road

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | My husband Jonathan drove our yellow car through the 8 a.m. Asheville, N.C., traffic this week, bound for WORLD News Group’s headquarters. Above the jingle…

‘In my end is my beginning’

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I sat swallowed in a golden chair two weeks ago at our campus coffeehouse. Beside me, my husband was writing his last undergraduate paper ever, a paper…

Follow the ‘Reading Rules’

Follow the ‘Reading Rules’

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | My husband Jonathan came home from school this Wednesday shell-shocked because he was done. Done with everything . Every paper, short response, exam, and…

To be more like Fanny

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | I spent the Wednesday evenings of my youngest years trying to earn badges. Every year, the Wednesday night children’s program at our church culminated in an…

Leaving college again

Leaving college again

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | When I graduated from college, I fell headlong into sleep—in the long and the short view. On the way home to New York when my family and I stopped for…

I don’t want to die like Mozart

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | Dr. Hake posed over his Norton Anthology of Literature in the September sun. It was one of those days he took our tiny college class outdoors, where ravens flew…

Finding comfort in a bowl of ice cream

Finding comfort in a bowl of ice cream

By Chelsea Boes
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Marriage | I’ll never forget the time my mother came to visit me in college, stayed for a few days, then decided to leave because she missed my father too much.

A eulogy for Jack

By Chelsea Boes
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Essay | My mother swears that our border collie Jack prays before he eats his dog food. Indeed, he shuffles over to his bowl, lies down like a Roman at the feast,

Cherishing the miracle of marriage

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | During my wedding reception, a small boy approached me just as I was about to cut the cake. All evening he had been ogling the cake topper, a tiny Lego man…

Facing an anxious new season

Facing an anxious new season

By Chelsea Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I spend my workday at a window overlooking our landlord’s four cows. The cows lead simple lives—simplified, I suppose, by their unsophisticated destinies.

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