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    Of Crackers and Crosses

      It is always over a math lesson. My son’s existential crises always start there. First it’s, “Why? Why do I have to learn this? Why do I have to do this work? Why does this matter?” And it often escalates to, “Why? Why does any of this even matter?” And, I, being just as sanguine as my son, often respond in not so helpful, heated ways to the first questions and then end up staring helplessly at his wet freckles as the tears follow. Why does any of this matter? I feel panic rising within as my small, nine-year-old son asks big, grown-up questions. As his stubbornness and rebellion collide…

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    Living Water

    I spent most of my life living next to the beautiful Lake Michigan. A vast infrastructure of pumps and pipes delivered fresh water to the tap in my childhood home. I never worried a day about water shortage. Lake Michigan links to its majestic sister lakes, Huron, Superior, Erie, and Ontario. They’re deep and they’re wide. And millions of people draw from them. Now I live a few too many miles from those shores to drink lake water. Our little farmstead has a well. This concept took some getting used to for me. Suddenly my reservoir of water changed from a blue expanse that stretches between two horizons to some…