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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
Strings and Strands
This past summer, I helped my younger sister transport her harp home after her performance in a town festival. Even writing that sentence...
Annie Gentzler
Jan 31, 2018
Scary Prayers... Part Two
He is more than enough. It is not just an idea that sounds appealing. It is the reality that I have lived over the last three weeks. In...
Annie Gentzler
Dec 14, 2016
The In-Between
It’s the end of August and I hear a Cicada singing away outside. Lately it keeps suddenly switching from sunshine to storms and back...
Annie Gentzler
Sep 14, 2016
Yellow Sofa
This February I had a surprisingly strong sense that for some reason, I needed to get away and take advantage of an opportunity to visit...
Annie Gentzler
May 10, 2016
An Unexpected Intervention
This morning is one of singing and thankfulness. You see, for the majority of yesterday I found myself tossed back and forth by waves of...
Annie Gentzler
Mar 20, 2016
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