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War stories normally take on the motif of initiation because no one, thank goodness, is ever prepared for watching friends–buddies–die and die fitfully; war
First Snow (upper case) is supposed to fall from heavenly clouds that spill feathers. It’s supposed to descend as if Mother Nature, somewhere up above,
He was my grandma’s only brother, only sibling. He was, therefore, my great uncle, Uncle Edgar, a man who died just a few months before
Only once in rural west Africa did I see anything like this–a man, a male, at the community well–and this time there was good reason.
It is no more, but for a 100 years in Zuni there was only one “big house.” To say it loomed over the pueblo risks
What I can’t help but notice, almost daily, is that I’m running low on holy water. Truth is, this Protestant has never opened this elegant
Dowa Yalanne is the kind of place that really deserves the word monumental. There it stands like a momentary eruption stopped in time, a bundle
Henry Whipple was one of the first students. Don’t be fooled–not the Henry Whipple, the famous Minnesota missionary who, in 1862, pleaded with President Lincoln for the lives
Count me among the millions of those who watched the agony of Kunte Kinte a half-century ago and were deeply, deeply moved. Roots, a story–a
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