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Year two with twins is the year of guerilla warfare, the year in which they form a tiny two-man militia bent on breeding destruction and disorder. My one-and-a-half year-old boys are climbers and their little army is forever advancing toward higher ground. ...
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And in that instant I understood that if I were to pay attention to the spaces between and just behind the things I thought I needed to look at, there was no limit to what I might witness . . . It’s not just the genius or the personal friend of [God] who...
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She told him, “When I was in college I read a folktale about a father pursuing a son who’d run far away, from one world to the next. The father called to him, ‘Please come back!’ But his son looked across the great gulf between them and shouted...
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The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:14 a Every day after their naps I carry my one year old twins down the stairs, one on each hip, like a hulking maternal weight-lifter. Pausing in the kitchen, I lean them over the counter one at a...
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I stand over the small wooden table gazing at the meal, my eyes taking in its beautiful simplicity. The host ladles me a generous scoop of steaming, creamy soup and I shuffle slowly around the table in silence with my fellow retreat participants. I...
