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Prince Humperdinck, “First things first, to the death.” Westley, “No, to the pain.” – The Princess Bride O, I believe, fate smiled and destiny laughed as she came to my cradle, know this child will be able, laughed as my body she lifted,...
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We stayed out later than normal and as I carried forty pounds of three year old through the cold, dark night toward the waiting van, he happened to look up. “The moon is so little!” he cried. I tipped my chin toward heaven and saw stars winking their...
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Last night, in a charming bid to avoid bedtime, one of my three-year-olds asked me, “Where does shadows go?” I stood in the dark doorway explaining about darkness and light until they seemed satisfied. Then, when the other boy woke at 3 am in a...
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Kneeling on the cold stone hearth each morning, facing yesterday’s ashes cold and gray as death, ignites a necessary humility. Today’s fire must be made from what lies at hand – life and heat coaxed from pages of an old newspaper, ...
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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...
