It’s hard to string coherent thoughts together as I await what seems inevitable. President Trump. As I watch the electoral votes for Trump climb higher and higher I can’t say I’m shocked. I would be lying if I said I thought it was impossible for him to win. I hoped. I mailed in my overseas […]
Author Archives: Abigail Carl-Klassen
In the last year leading up to the presidential election in the United States, Donald Trump’s incendiary statements naming Mexican immigrants as drug dealers, rapists and murderers together with his non-stop rants about building a border wall that Mexico will pay for, have created significant backlash in Latino communities in the United States and Mexico.
My husband spun our friend Kim’s two-year-old son in the air while she and I sat at the kitchen table to enjoy a few moments of respite from Thanksgiving dinner preparations. As I bit into a reject cookie, burned on the bottom, squeals erupted from the living room.
When my husband and I began making preparations to hike two thousand one hundred and eighty-nine miles from Georgia to Maine on the Appalachian Trail, the most common question we encountered was “Why?” We heard this question every day from the time we announced we would be hiking until the day we left. People’s sentiments […]
(Excerpts from a long poem inspired by the life of Cornelius Klassen, the author’s father-in-law, who was excommunicated from his Old Colony congregation in the Manitoba Colony, near Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua, Mexico, in the early 1960s, for being a truck driver who bought and sold heavy equipment that had rubber tires). Darp Mechanics: Seminole, Texas, 2008
What an interesting coincidence that Rhubarb’s Earth and Gardens issue is coming out right after my husband and I decided to spend six months apprenticing on a farm on western Virginia that focuses on sustainable agricultural practices! Leaving our home in El Paso, we decided to take some time to reconnect to our rural roots […]
Who are you, my Lord, and who am I? The words famously uttered by St. Francis of Assisi filtered across my mind when I am hiking in the desert a short drive from my and my husband’s apartment in El Paso. Maybe I thought of them because I saw what I imagined the caves of Assisi looking like […]