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My oldest son worries about getting lost. He’s the middle child, so I guess it makes sense, bookended as he is by his sister and twin brothers. One morning as we dropped his sister off at school and headed toward the other side of town to pick up his...
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(this picture was found here.) This Thread, These Crumbs I want to explain how it feels – it seems to me that my life is held together by an unseen thread, a shimmering strand of gossamer, perhaps. And as I pass through each moment in time and space I am...
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Earlier this week, Emily Weirenga posted a link-up around the question, “Would you be friends with your younger self?” While not a direct answer, you can read my thoughts below and visit this link to read how others responded. Enjoy! And,...
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“Anger is the cloak sadness wears.” – anonymous It was one of those gray, soggy January days. Ice and fog wrapped the world in a cold mist and I had been trapped at home nursing sick children for over two weeks. So I piled the kids into...
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I sat in the living room last week rocking my poor, sick, sleeping boy and watched while his twin brother explored a small wooden chair. He walked diligently to the book basket, chose a board book, then toddled quickly over to the chair. Placing the...
