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I heard a thump as the van rounded the corner and looked up to see Jack and Annie slide down the windshield landing tucked behind the wiper blades. They were followed shortly by Ivy + Bean as I slammed on the brakes and leapt out of the driver’s seat. The...
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It was the end of the academic year, spring ripening toward summer. She circled the small dorm room, two, three, four times, her eyes pausing to measure each object before passing on to the next. Her long hair was wrapped in a floral bandanna, her...
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“They crucified two rebels with him, one on his left and one on his right.” Matthew 27:38 * * * * * My 18 month-old boys saunter through the house with swaggering bravado like two...
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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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Christmas morning 2010, the Corvette we found for $25 on Craigslist. I turned to see my two and four year old children driving their little yellow Corvette through our small, cramped living room. I was standing in the doorway between rooms interviewing a...
