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In the spring of the year, nest-building is upper-most in a bird’s mind: it is the most important thing there is. If she picks a good place, she stands a good chance of hatching her eggs and rearing her young. If she picks a poor place, she may fail to raise a...
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It dawns on me three loads in that nowhere in the jumble of Daddy’s t-shirts and sister’s skirts, and oodles of onesies and shorts, have I seen a single pair of underwear for my oldest son. Granted, we all know about boys and their underwear,...
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The ruddy Cardinal perched in the barren peach tree and the Robin who wings from branch to fence by way of the garden, these and more who fill the air each day, pose a persistent question: When will you realize? The song your heart sings is enough; that song...
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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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“Where we stumble and fall is where we find pure gold.” Carl Jung My husband and I were talking the other night about life and winter with four kids, about parents in transition and crisis, about waiting on pins and needles and credit-cards for our much...
