While we were farmsitting for some Old German Baptist friends this past weekend, I remembered, while I was walking down to the pasture to try to nudge the cow up to the barn, that I had a post due over here at Practicing Families this week. I wondered and pondered as I trudged down the … Continue reading
One winter morning two years ago, I was rushing my children down the Kansas City Union Station steps to see a children’s play. As I was scurrying them along, Amélie caught a glimpse of about forty people, presumably Amish, who were gathered around, waiting for a train. “Who are those people,” she asked? “I think … Continue reading
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