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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 realtor’s car flew along green fields and over rolling hills. Seated in the back seat, a small and simple prayer formed in my mind. Looking up and out the wide, flat glass of the windshield, I glimpsed a cherry-red Cardinal...
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“Sometimes the bravest and most important thing you can do is just show up.” Brene Brown Sometime in the land before time, by which I mean the time before I was, my older brother woke in the middle of the night to the low rolling growl of a...
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“Of course, there’s the coming-down too. Backwards.” And then he said: “Which would be difficult . . .” “Unless one fell . . .” “When it would be . . .” “EASY.” – from In Which Tiggers...
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It started with a lean and reach until both hands grasped the first metal bar, then the long, lean body followed, swinging to build momentum, spindly legs pumping as though wading through the air. Every day of kindergarten my daughter practiced the monkey bars...
