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Essay
I track my children. Let’s just get that right out there.
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I have three children—all capable adults, all living in the Twin Cities, twenty-six hours of hard driving away from me—and two of the three show up in Find My People on my iPhone. Full disclosure: they know I can track them. They could disconnect, withdraw their permission, at any time. But they don’t. This is a great kindness on their part. I try not to abuse their kindness: I never text them “Go home! It’s late!” or “Are you out with that idiot again?” or “Whose house is that?”
Blood Moon
Short Story
With only a few hours remaining before the fourth and final blood moon of the lunar tetrad, Brother Joel and his eleven apostles completed their day of fasting and seclusion and summoned Beck to the Council Room.
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She entered humbly, leaving her sandals at the door. Her grey-streaked hair was collected in a single braid down her back, and her shapeless dress fell nearly to her ankles. She kept her eyes down and her hands folded at her waist, but her back was straight and there was an unmistakable strength about her.
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