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Isaiah (age 8) has taken up baking. He bakes like a happy drunk, tripping around the kitchen, leaving a trail of small disasters in his wake. He dives into each recipe like a boulder dropped into a pond, no caution, all energy. We may or may not have all the...
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no is a necessary magic no draws a circle around you with chalk and says i have given enough – boundaries (anonymous) // I was walking down to the garden the other morning, when a line from Maurice Sendak’s, Where the Wild Things Are ran through my mind. A...
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Each of my boys has discovered origami sometime between their sixth and seventh year of life. It always begins with fortune tellers and airplanes, then progresses to boats and paper hats. Soon, every surface of the house is littered with folded scraps of...
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The Communion with God is simple, so we will not be dazzled; so we can eat and drink His love and still go about our lives; so our souls will burn slowly rather than blaze. . . . the Last Supper did not take place on one night in one room, and to eat God’s...
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If you’re lucky enough to be listening, a word may come in the night while you wrestle with tangled sheets and the window unit AC throbs. When you’re wide awake past your bedtime, you might remember a line you used to know by...
