This Fourth of July, my husband and I took a drive in mid-Missouri to see some family farmland. The skies were spacious, though the fields of grain not yet amber. If readers will permit me to mix my song-lyric metaphors, I can attest that the corn was, though not amber, as high as an elephant’s […]
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When my daughter was a toddler, she was afraid of many things. Santa Claus, Disney movies, and fireworks were just a few of the things she dreaded. She ran screaming down the hall when Santa Claus showed up one Christmas Eve. She would not take his candy cane, nor pull his beard, nor even let
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Several years ago on the Fourth of July, my son was traveling in the Netherlands. He walked past the U.S. Embassy in The Hague. Overcome with patriotism, he took this picture of the American flag waving proudly above the outpost of U.S. diplomacy. He wanted another picture, one with the Stars and Stripes unfurled to
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See what happened to my windshield last week? Why is it that for my first forty years of driving I had no broken windshields, and in the last five years I’ve had three? And all of them on Kansas or Missouri freeways. Theresa HuppTheresa is the award-winning author of historical fiction about settling the American
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Four years ago this month, my husband and I took his mother to Southern California. She had just turned ninety, and she wanted to see the places where she had grown up. In addition to seeing her old homes and schools in the Los Angeles area, we also toured the Richard Nixon Presidential Library and
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With all the new houses in our development, we don’t see as many deer as a couple of years ago. But this lady was visiting a few nights ago . . . until something scared her off. I’m hoping we’ll see fawns in the next few weeks, like we have in years past. Theresa HuppTheresa
I can’t remember not knowing how to read. But I have proof positive that I had to learn to write. In the back of my mother’s old Betty Crocker’s Good and Easy Cook Book (1954 edition), the index is covered in pencil scribbles. My pencil scribbles, circa 1958. Sometime during my toddler-hood, I decided I should
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This Memorial Day weekend, I remember remember long summer days in my childhood—we swam and waterskied until we were exhausted, then played cutthroat card games in the afternoons and evenings. My family rented a cabin on Coeur d’Alene Lake in northern Idaho for several summers, beginning when I was thirteen or fourteen. We split the
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Will your family be decorating graves this Memorial Day weekend? It was never a late-May activity in my family when I was growing up, but that’s because we lived in a town where we had no roots. My husband’s family has lived in the same county for five generations. They have many graves to decorate.
I knew there was a super flower blood moon (see NOTE below) predicted for last Sunday night, but I didn’t have any serious plans to watch it. I am usually fast asleep before night-time events occur. But I happened to wake up about 10:00pm. (Yes, I know, most people weren’t yet in bed.) So I
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