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I Hear Fundamentalist Voices

It’s been quiet on the blog for a few days, in part because it’s so beautiful out that I’ve been taking my sweet girl to the park to run in circles all day long. I’ve also planted a bunch of vegetable seeds in my raised beds  – an early birthday present from family – so naturally…
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I Hear Fundamentalist Voices

It’s been quiet on the blog for a few days, in part because it’s so beautiful out that I’ve been taking my sweet girl to the park to run in circles all day long. I’ve also planted a bunch of vegetable seeds in my raised beds  – an early birthday present from family – so naturally…
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The Day I Learned to Stop Singing

I was in the middle seat of a 1980s minivan with rusty hubcaps along with six other teen girls and two youth leaders. We were headed to an all-girls Christian camp in the coastal redwoods of California. It was 2000, and I was feeling very stylish with a soft pink handkerchief in my hair. The…
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The Day I Learned to Stop Singing

I was in the middle seat of a 1980s minivan with rusty hubcaps along with six other teen girls and two youth leaders. We were headed to an all-girls Christian camp in the coastal redwoods of California. It was 2000, and I was feeling very stylish with a soft pink handkerchief in my hair. The…
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