Andrée Seu Peterson

Andrée is a senior writer for WORLD Magazine and the author of three books: Won't Let You Go Unless You Bless Me, Normal Kingdom Business, and We Shall Have Spring Again.

A curious report

Media | When a story may be less than meets the eye
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/30/18, 11:51 am

My father will be disappointed if I don’t write this column, so here goes. We were having lunch, and he says, “Hey, take a look at this newspaper article and tell me what you think. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

The item, three full columns on B5 of “The Region” section of The Philadelphia Inquirer, next to “Jersey Joe Walcott to get place of honor in Camden,” is titled “Pills May Replace Diapers and Padded Underwear at Stores.” Well now, here’s a game-changer for men over 65, which is 23 million Americans. Good for journalists for jumping on this medical breakthrough.

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Things that are above

Worldview | It isn’t easy to find the right perspective, but it is important
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/15/18, 11:21 am

My father’s garden is a money-loser. If you count the man-hours, seed catalog purchases, water usage, and petrol expended in transporting trapped raccoons out to the hinterlands, each tomato may cost 50 bucks. Dwelling on those facts could drive you mad.

Or, you can look at my father’s garden differently. You can choose to see it as a hobby that costs far less than the pastimes of the golf course and casino. Out in the sunshine you get fresh air, exercise, vitamin D—and if we’re so blessed, a few tomatoes.

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Krieg Barrie

Waiting gains

Religion | It’s hard to wait faithfully, but the process builds godly character
by Andrée Seu Peterson
Posted 8/01/18, 10:27 am

A big hit in the summer of 1963 was Allan Sherman’s novelty song Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah (A Letter from Camp). Here is the gist: It’s raining; Joe Spivey has developed poison ivy; Leonard Skinner got ptomaine poisoning after dinner; the counselors hate the waiters; the lake has alligators; the head coach wants no sissies—he’s quoting from Ulysses; they’re convening a search party for the missing Jeffery Hardy.

Worst of all, moans this most unhappy camper in his missive home, “I’ve been here one whole day.”

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