Essays

You Just Don’t Get It

“You just can’t understand.” It frustrated me when my daughter would tell me, “You just don’t get it. You can’t get it.” I remember the day that she was born. My daughter was 23 hours old when she was placed…
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Weekends with Maggie

Debra L. Freeberg Lutherans are not supposed to panic in public. I was trying not to. Maggie looked so good in February, I was sure she would stay in this holding pattern I'd concocted in my mind. She is so…
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The House on Larson Drive

For months I dreamt about the mottled orange brick ranch perched high atop a hill in suburban Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Though modest in size and humble in architecture, it had a spectacular view of the world around it. I wanted to…