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(This morning I escorted four children over sheets of snow, sleet and ice so that two of them could attend school since it just happened to NOT BE CANCELED for once. When I got back home, I felt like I deserved a medal and . . . thus was born the concept of The...
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In the morning, after the twins chug their milk and the heavy wet diapers of the night before are deposited in the already overflowing trash, I sit in the corner of the couch with Isaiah to look at a book. We flip through the pages of a National Geographic...
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We didn’t get around to Christmas cards this year, but come January, when the real depth and breadth of winter set it, I started making paper Cardinals. They made me happy in the same tangible, heart-happy way playing the Ukulele does. The crimson card...
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He stood on one side of the wide doorway, between the cafeteria and cafe, and I sat on the other with my twin boys. An old man, he was drawn in by my little boys’ antics, “Sweet,” he called them. Right there he opened the story of his life, his...
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“Only the good die young . . .” – Billy Joel That song by Billy Joel always irked me, catchy though it is, because I was one of the good girls, always. // “I’m tired of following the rules all the time,” I told my husband, standing in the kitchen on a...
