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She stands at the top of the stairs in her soft pink and green pajamas – the ones with the ruffles on the ends of each sleeve. Her long blond hair is tousled and tumbling, fresh from a shower the night before. Lit by the light of the Christmas tree,...
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A few weeks before the snow started to fly my son found a large, brown Praying Mantis standing on the flecked and peeling paint of our back stairs.She was a good six to eight inches long.The kids captured her by walking her gently into a large see-through salad...
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When my husband and I were first married we had a microwave that we kept in a cupboard in our kitchen. It was a hefty old thing, brown and beige, with a large brown knob you turned to set the time. It must have a weighed a good twenty pounds and was a...
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“So, how do you pray right now?” she asks, “Mostly prayers on the fly?” “Yes,” I say, thankful to hear that my repetitive refrains of “please, please, please” count for something. ...
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing (or wrong turns and right turns), there is a field. I’ll meet you there. -Rumi * * * If life’s a highway, then I’m in trouble. I felt good when I turned 30, knowing I had...
