Seeking the Simple Life
Have we truly been born in the wrong time period, or is this yearning directing us toward something more?
Open Doors
The winter I was seventeen, I visited my once raucous Mennonite playmate whose ill health had transformed into a soft-spoken friend. The whites of her deep brown eyes had yellowed from the severe complications of her liver. Her family and
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