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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
Birthday Eves
I have joked over and over again that God clearly must have had some really good reason to not give me the voice of Adele or Celine Dion;...
Annie Gentzler
Feb 28, 2018
My Husband's Hands
For one of my wedding showers, my friends put me on the hot seat when they asked me questions for a game that my soon-to-be husband had...
Annie Gentzler
Apr 10, 2017
Unexpected Places
During finals week, each day signifies the last day with each specific class of students. The next semester always brings a reshuffling...
Annie Gentzler
Jan 18, 2017
Scary Prayers... Part 1
Untethered. Unanchored. No landmarks on the horizon. I did not feel that way until two weeks ago. I thought I was preparing for the...
Annie Gentzler
Nov 30, 2016
October Song
Something about the phrase “Indian Summer” sounds dreamy, even lyrical, the perfect backdrop for a deeply moving film. This fall has been...
Annie Gentzler
Nov 10, 2016
Flat-Screen Epiphanies
The other day my in-laws sent a picture of a flat-screen TV box in a family group text prompting an immediate thread of enthusiastic...
Annie Gentzler
Oct 27, 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
Night Drives
The last couple days I have been a little restless partly due to an excess of unstructured solitary time. So last night around 9:30 pm,...
Annie Gentzler
Jun 28, 2016
To My Ducklings
I have avoiding writing this for far too long. It seems too hard. Too massive to tackle. What I want to say is so much more than I know...
Annie Gentzler
May 18, 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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