Dana VanderLugt | Teacher & Writer

What is Left Behind

Several years ago my Dad mentioned a story he had heard about German POWs who came to pick the apples in what would later become my Grandpa’s orchard. For the last nine months or so, I’ve been immersed in researching and writing — amazed as I uncover more...

Attached

My essay, Attached — on blankies, attachment theory, total depravity and aging — was posted on The Twelve blog this weekend. I’m always grateful for the opportunity to be a part of The Twelve’s community, even more grateful if somehow the words in my head...

Weeds

A few years ago we purchased my husband’s childhood home from his parents. I love the sprawling backyard that overlooks a farm – waking to the pink light of the sun rising over the field, the distant sound of a tractor, the wild turkey that pecks and scurries around...