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At the end of the day two cats sit in the window, sunset facing, while my husband walks the trash to the curb. Two fresh bodies are tucked into bed. Two still-dirty ones stretch the last minutes of daylight in the yard. There was some discussion this...
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Wherever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God’s speaking from the whirlwind, nature’s old song and dance . . . – Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Speak Five months pregnant with twins, I waddled up a narrow, rocky path. I was...
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At our house we use tissues as bookmarks. Allergy-prone, boxes sit in every room, which is where, also, we read – every room. “We have too many books,” my daughter once commented. This, I...
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In the early morning darkness, I lay my head back on the couch, face lifted, chest wide, shoulders back. Open. Prayers rise, unbidden, as coffee cools in my cup. Decisions, relationships, lift like smoke, ascending from that tense place in my chest...
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Our stove was broken. The oven burned everything and the biggest burner, the one I used every meal, either ran on high or not at all. It was one more thing we didn’t have time for, didn’t have money. Not long ago, when our finances led me to consider...
