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Kate Kooyman

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I Don’t Want Peace

I had a professor in seminary who was the first to reveal to me that sanitized picture of Martin Luther King that we have created in American culture. He was the first to teach me about the “three evils” (not…
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Screentime: A Reckoning

We keep having the same conversation while we are adventuring around the country. It’s about technology and our kids. My sons both have (extremely old) iPads, and we use them almost every day. Lots of our homeschool methods are found…
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Christmas Alone

This was a strange, lonely Christmas for our family.  We’ve been traveling for a little more than four months now -- and we’re far enough into the experience that we’re past the novelty of it. It’s still a gift, but…
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Another Kind of Seeing

"Being really in love with someone is sort of like seeing them the way they ought to be seen," Robinson says. "And the fact that we have this as a very isolated experience, most of us, if we're lucky enough…
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Blessed and Grateful

“Blessed are the grateful” was a phrase that was used in the church I visited this week, and it made me think of this blog. I’m so grateful for this group of writers. It is wrenching work to put some…
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Stop Believing

It’s really hard to concentrate on anything except these impeachment hearings, but I’ll offer this bit of good news: apparently following Scripture is not a crime in the United States. Twelve jurors acquitted Scott Warren this week, a humanitarian aid…
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Space for Death

There are trees in the Olympic Peninsula whose roots are suspended in the air -- like the tree is standing on its tippy-toes.  Some of the trees roots stretched so high that it creates a root-cave under them. I crawled…
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Metamorphosis

My kids caught an obscene number of tadpoles this week. The fattest tadpoles I have ever seen. They look like little green egg yolks -- the very definition of plump (which is a word that sends my boys into gales…
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No Worries

In Canada, I noticed that when I said “thank you” to someone, they most often responded by saying, “No worries.”  I love this. It’s because I’m a fairly worried person, on the whole. I think that when I thank someone,…
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A thousand. A million.

For my kids, the highlight of our National Parks experience so far has been the 45-minute educational talk that happens each night in our campground. Usually given by a park ranger, one of the most memorable talks during our time…