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Jennifer L. Holberg

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A different kind of sheep

I have to admit that I’m rather perplexed at how mask-wearing has become such a hot topic. Admittedly, it didn’t help when the pandemic first

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#Amplify

When we had to postpone the Festival of Faith & Writing this spring, one of my great sadnesses was that we had so many amazing

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A Matter of Course

It wasn’t until my thirties that I even considered not wearing a slip. This is not, perhaps, the most shocking admission, though it may be

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In Feast or Fallow

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 77, and you would have known it was her birthday because she would have told you–probably

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Written Together

I admit it: after all these days at home on my own, I’m growing tired of words. Maybe not “words,” exactly, and certainly not books.

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Small Shrines

So, March was 749 days long. I’m not sure if I’m ready for the month billed by T.S. Eliot as “the cruelest.” The picture painted

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Mid-winter Spring

In Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot observes that “midwinter spring is its own season.” What a perfect encapsulation of Michigan weather! I think about that line

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Rejoice Again, But Slowly

I started my First Year Composition course off a little differently this spring. Instead of plunging directly into all things thesis-driven, I decided to spend

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Figuring Among the Instruments

When my dear friend and frequent collaborator Jane Zwart recommends something, I listen. Particularly when it comes to poetry–because, as an accomplished poet herself, she

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