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1 month ago

Mary Pipher
This morning, fog has iced the trees and bushes into a crystalline display as ornate as Chihuly glass. Only a coyote and I are visiting this snowy gallery. ...
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1 month ago

Mary Pipher
Evening sky without the moonMorning sky without the sunJanuary snows as far as I can seeMy heart lives in another country. ...
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1 month ago

Mary Pipher
What a wonderful storm we just had. Maybe the best snowstorm of my life. Here is a picture of the overhang outside my study window with an icicle that is a work of art. ...
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2 months ago

Mary Pipher
I haven’t been posting lately because, paradoxically, I’ve had too much to say, too many emotions to process. Like all of us, my life has been pummeled by the gale force winds of our times. When an acquaintance asked me if I had any plans for 2021, I said that my only plan was enchiladas for dinner. On Wednesday, as we watched the insurrection on television, my friend Pamela* called. When her Dinka village in Sudan was burned and her parents killed, Pamela was just a child. With her three brothers, she fled on foot to Ethiopia and, later, when they were forced to leave, she and her brothers walked back across Sudan to the Kakuma Refugee camp in Kenya. I met her on Christmas Day 1999, when she arrived in Lincoln from that camp. She was 14-years-old, had never been to school, and spoke no English. Now, 21 years later, Pamela is frightened her children will be killed. She was terrified by what she was seeing on television. I tried to reassure her, but what do I really know? What do any of us know? This morning, it is foggy and the grasses and bare branches are filigreed in silver. A patch of blue sky just appeared in the south. I pray for our country. I pray for Pamela’s children and all children. I wish you all a peaceful and healthy new year. ...
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