The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all. ~Frederick Buechner

Posts by Jane Hertenstein

Wally Bytnar herding geese and goslings from the Weiss Hospital parking lot in Chicago.

Goose on the Loose!

The call went out one Saturday morning for help at the emergency room—that is the parking lot where Wally Bytnar was trying to corral a herd…

I am Reminded

I keep a blog on writing and memories. One of my treasured memories is Deeply Rooted, a weekend event for women. Deeply Rooted for me was…

Summers in Chicago

Jumping off the rocks at Montrose Harbor. Nights around the patio campfire roasting marshmallows. Gallery openings at Everybody’s Coffee. Experiencing a resident from the shelter getting…

Goose Herding

Six baby geese hatched high up, living precariously on the edge of the Weiss Hospital rooftop. Because it can take anywhere from 2–3 months until they…

Peep Wars

Some days we make mountains out of molehills—and some days this isn’t just a euphemism. You see, this week a mountain of donation Peeps appeared in…

Dreaming of IKEA

I often have this dream: church as IKEA. A place where I’m wandering around in a state of consumer euphoria. Enchanted by all the clean lines.…

In the Red Room

Tony and Eileen moved into Jesus People when they were well along in their years. Tony had been in the Navy and used to sport a…