Our Common Tongue: On Elisabeth Elliot and a Lingua Cascadia
On a hot August day in Illinois, I sit at a long table in the cool, quiet archives of the Billy...
Read MoreOn a hot August day in Illinois, I sit at a long table in the cool, quiet archives of the Billy...
Read MoreFinishing the Portland Marathon is exhilarating. That, and excruciating. The marathon’s first...
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