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Last summer my older children discovered two large, black and yellow spiders in our neighbor’s flower garden. The first was heavy and round and we marveled at her girth as she sat swaying in the breeze, resting on the zigzagging line that ran down the...
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Last summer I stood watching my then four-year-old son trying to learn to float at swim lessons. He’s as scrawny as a wet cat, all skin and bones with straw colored hair sticking out in every direction. I’m thankful for the swim shirt that hides the...
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The second my body ceases its motion, they fly to me on winged feet, stampeding down the runway that stretches from one end of this dirty old apartment to the other. The center of their world has just plopped down on the couch and sensing the gravitational...
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Tomorrow, they turn two and two weeks later my big boy will head off to kindergarten. We walked last night through the spritzing rain and I held his hand with the always dry, cracking skin while my husband pushed the big wide stroller brimming...
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This spring, the branches of the weeping cherry tree across the street hung low, heavy with beauty and swirled around the trunk like a woman’s skirts, shifted by the slightest breeze. This too is how my children move, teeming ’round my legs as we set out...
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He worked all day in the fields, starting when the dew shimmered on the cool grass and pausing only to drink a little water in the high heat of the midday sun. Great, dark circles of sweat, dried now, stain his cloak and the blisters on his...
