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The Song of Spring
It is not a novel thought, not a unique observation. There have likely been hundreds, probably thousands of posts about it already. So...
Annie Gentzler
Apr 21, 2022
The True Less-Than Life
I live mere steps from my mother’s home and less than a mile from the house I grew up in. I lived in the same house my entire life until...
Annie Gentzler
Jan 12, 2021
When the Door Shuts
I walked into the pantry and jerked back. Instantly confused and simultaneously stunned. Some of the classic items were still on the...
Annie Gentzler
Sep 7, 2020
Prose for the Porch
There is a white house with black windows and a wrap-around porch my family has called its home now for over thirty years. The painted...
Annie Gentzler
Sep 25, 2019
Crushed Rock Prayer Walks
Can you feel it? The weather is beginning to turn. The last summer sun is mixing with a different air now, slowly but surely pulling us...
Annie Gentzler
Sep 5, 2018
A Hidden Place
There is an extensive network of bike paths stretching across my county, built mostly on top of old railroad lines and named the Prairie...
Annie Gentzler
Aug 15, 2018
Holding with Two Hands
That moment on the front porch was a tiny but satisfying victory because I resisted the temptation to believe somehow sharing a high point w
Annie Gentzler
May 12, 2018
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