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The boy called for his brother in the dark hallway as I sat reading in bed by a quiet, yellow light. Following my voice, he arrived and fell into bed and sleep simultaneously, like some ripe ...
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It’s not the cold, snow, and wind that get to me. Not our house’s perpetually crunchy, dirty floors. Not even the smell of the litter box and the cat food scattered near and far. No, in winter, it’s the laundry that gets to me most, causing my spirit...
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Photo Source And we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love . . . – William Blake I crept from the covers early and pulled on socks before slipping down to where the dog waited, barking, in the cold kitchen. He danced...
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(Here I am around age 5 with two of my first kittens. It was always love at first sight.) Instinct led her to lift the small mewing creature with pin-prick paws to her chest, pressing it close to where her own heart beat. And instinct bade the poor kitten...
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The wood is slow to burn this morning, reluctant and stubborn. Leaning into the stove’s metal mouth, I draw deep breaths and exhale with force in a steady rhythm. This must be how God hovered over the still body formed from the earth, the slow, stubborn dust pressed...
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Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and the other’s gold. I visited my daughter’s Brownie troop this past December to teach the girls how to make fresh-cut evergreen swags. The craft went quickly; before long it was time to wrap...
