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All of the things of fall are as beautiful in their dying as they were in their birth, as if it were a farewell party, a last hurrah, a riotous wake. May I also be beautiful in my surrender, fading from green to brilliant orange or red, and may the moment of my...
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The cornfield across the street preparing for its winter nap. The only way I can get my three year old twins to nap is by joining them. It started last week, the day after a horrid night of fevers and chills that kept the littlest one and me up until...
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This post from 2012 is one of my favorites. The twins were just over a year old, Solomon was four and Sophia was in first grade. I can’t find the pictures that go with that Halloween, they’re on an old computer, but the story should...
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(This picture was taken by my husband – the night sky over the corn field across the street from us – isn’t he amazing?) When the grief you carry wears your face into a thousand heavy lines, when the sadness feels like a...
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I met Kimberly Ann Coyle though an online (in) courage discussion group for writers. She and a host of other writers are in the long haul of blogging for 31 days straight through the month of October. Every blogger chooses a topic of focus and digs...
