Creation
And yet, even there, in that peaceful place, my brow furrowed with unrest.
Ansley Kelly (‘16) is a Department Manager at Wegmans in Buffalo, New York. She is passionate about her work as a leader and often describes her job as “creating environments for talented people to be successful.” In the summer you can find her training as the bowperson on a competitive sailing team, and in the winter she volunteers as a member of the National Ski Patrol. After both of those activities you can find her sipping bourbon (neat, of course) and working on puzzles.
Ten Traits I’m Looking for in a Husband
I didn’t expect to be single at twenty-five, but here we are.
Mississippi Dog
At that moment, Cline walked up and said, in his miraculously gentle drawl, “You can take her home if you want to.”
Fear, Formula, and Getting Better
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.
My Mother’s Grey Hair
My mother has earned every one of her grey hairs.
Waiting in the Dark
This is the grace of God: that in our darkest grief and our most motionless despondency, He continues to move.
Buy the Damn Christmas Tree
Among all of the challenges that I imagined were standing between me and a tree, allow me to share some of my favorites.
Mending Fence
This October sabbatical, as I am calling it, is not what I would have chosen.
Stacking Wood (The Homestead Still Teaches)
I learned that home is a team sport.
C is for Cravings
When unchecked, they are bad toddlers, eating bags of gummy bears and staying up all night.
Butter & Sugar: Salt & Light
Cookies are a way of saying I can’t fix all of the hurt, or make the bad days go away.
Disappointment, Victory, and Not Telling Mom
What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.
Ship’s Log
The waves will wave again and the wind will call my name. What good hope that is.
Pain
My earliest intelligible communication was holding my stomach and saying “ow.”
Losing My Life
I realized, sitting at my kitchen table that I needed to be a little more willing to lose my life, the life that I have been trying to beat into submission with a fancy planner and Lysol.
Overcoming Devotional Doldrums
Woe to us if we value an intellectually impressive Christianity over the simple beauty of the ample grace and multiple avenues with which God extends salvation.
