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Every day we battle, literally and figuratively. “Stop arguing with me,” I say. Then, as he continues in protest, I declare, “I’m not going to argue with you!” Meanwhile, he points his little finger-guns at me and “pchoo-pchoo” in my face. “Put your fingers...
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It’s been a rough week here. On Wednesday my parents stopped by on their way home from wintering in Florida and by Thursday my Mom was in our local hospital having tested positive for both type A and B Influenza. They hope to move her out of the ICU...
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Prince Humperdinck, “First things first, to the death.” Westley, “No, to the pain.” – The Princess Bride O, I believe, fate smiled and destiny laughed as she came to my cradle, know this child will be able, laughed as my body she lifted,...
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Bare chested, my three-year-old twins ride, stacked, in the low-rider bike. Isaiah can’t pedal and Levi’s legs are too short to reach, so they tag-team. Isaiah sits in the back – a place-holder, and Levi in front – the engine pulling them...
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When fear creeps in, clinging, I hear a voice say, “Open.” When I leave, by well-worn mental paths, the time, the place, the space I’m in, I hear a voice say, “Return.” When I watch the boys on bikes chasing round and round the van in the driveway, when I see my...
