Alice’s New Career

August 21, 2012

Alice has a new job writing stories in the newsletter for The Place. It’s not officially a column yet, but she’s such a good storyteller that the powers-that-be hope it will become one.

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Given the recent chill and threats of snow, I decided to revisit “Sex and the North Wind,” one of the blog’s most popular posts. If you haven’t read it yet, I hope you will. And if you liked it a year ago, you might like to read it again. New post coming soon.

Lately, Alice has been forcing herself to read books that feature devout Christian women trapped on remote homesteads during Dakota blizzards in the 1800s. Frost thick as cake icing covers every window. A handsome but forbidden male stumbles in from somewhere, shakes the snow off his boots and settles in. The North wind blasts through chinks in the walls in search of a meager fire to startle into wild, flaring activity and then abandon, leaving behind a heap of flickering embers.

Any reasonable character in such circumstances would go mad with cold and dread of more cold, but these women are easily distracted by envy, greed, lust (usually) and other sins that require an explanatory prayer every ten or so pages (as if the Lord may have lost track of the plot). A typical prayer goes something like this: Read the rest of this entry »

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

December 7, 2011

When I celebrated my birthday last week, Alice mentioned that it had snowed that night long ago in Bismarck. She described the weather as “bitterly cold.”

Bitterness must have seeped in through the hospital walls because it also played a role in the birthing. Read the rest of this entry »

Sex and the North Wind

March 30, 2011

Lately, Alice has been forcing herself to read books that feature devout Christian women trapped on remote homesteads during Dakota blizzards in the 1800s. Frost thick as cake icing covers every window. A handsome but forbidden male stumbles in from somewhere, shakes the snow off his boots and settles in. The North wind blasts through chinks in the walls in search of a meager fire to startle into wild, flaring activity and then abandon, leaving behind a heap of flickering embers.

Any reasonable character in such circumstances would go mad with cold and dread of more cold, but these women are easily distracted by envy, greed, lust (usually) and other sins that require an explanatory prayer every ten or so pages (as if the Lord may have lost track of the plot). The prayers go something like this: Read the rest of this entry »

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