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New roads

New roads

Joyce Suttin

It sure was a long time coming! For months, we had suffered from detours and delays. Traffic was often backed up so badly along the construction site that I began avoidin... »

Holding on

Holding on

Joyce Suttin

As a young child, I would lie in bed at my grandparents’ house, listening to the sounds of the television downstairs and looking at the pictures on the wall. One was a pi... »

Down in the salt mines

Down in the salt mines

Joyce Suttin

We went down 378 spiraling steps into the Wieliczka Salt Mine in southern Poland, wondering what we would find and thinking about how easy it would be to get lost in the... »

Tiny worlds

Tiny worlds

Joyce Suttin

I remember learning about the word “microcosm” when I was in fifth grade. As homework, our teacher handed each of us a 36-inch string and told us to make a circle on the... »

Remembering Martha

Remembering Martha

Joyce Suttin

My neighbor Martha passed away this week after a long battle with emphysema. I will miss Martha and have found myself thinking about her a lot these past few days. When m... »

Perfectly imperfect

Perfectly imperfect

Joyce Suttin

I went to the Farmer’s Market this morning and was so pleased to find a good deal on some organic produce. When I got home and pulled the tomatoes out of the bag, however... »

One who knows Him

One who knows Him

Joyce Suttin

A friend and I happened to walk past a cinema just as several movies ended and hundreds of people flooded onto the sidewalk. One man stood out in the crowd—literally—and... »

My moment of glory

My moment of glory

Joyce Suttin

During the spring of my junior year in high school, some girls suggested we practice for the junior-senior basketball game, and I thought it might be fun, so I tagged alo... »

Plucking feathers

Plucking feathers

Joyce Suttin

In my childhood farmyard in Pleasant Hill, New York, we always had an abundance of chickens roaming around looking for worms and bugs, scratching the ground for seeds, an... »