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A Dispatch from New Zealand
The Tukorehe Marae is an unprepossessing structure. Nestled behind a grove of lush palm trees, its paint is gradually fading, unveiling layer upon layer of cosmetic efforts past. The predominance of white paint is strong in the front. But in the back, it yields to flecks of salmon, and some of the wood has worn…
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Children at Play
We took Clark to the park today. The playground equipment had all the usual trappings of a large park in the center of town, including scores of parents, kids, and pooches out for their afternoon walk. Amid the chaos, we discovered the slides fairly quickly. Clark and Gwyn spent most of the time going…
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On Leaving
The hardest part of the holidays is always the ride back to OKC Airport. I’ve made the trip a fair few times now, and while it becomes more familiar, I can’t say that it’s ever any easier. In my discipline, we often talk about the unique connection that American Indians have to their lands. And…
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Christmas Follies
Clark pitched a fit this evening. Being somewhat of an expert in fits, I can say with some certainty that this was, in fact, a royal fit – complete with waterworks, wailing, kicking, and clawing down the aisle. All of the above wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not been right during the middle…
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Kids and Accidents
There’s no more frustrating place for a parent than the emergency room of a hospital. While participating in the ‘hanging of the greens’ this morning (a fanciful phrase for decorating the church for Christmas), Clark hit his head on one of the speakers. Not being the festive sort, I wasn’t there. But my wife called…
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