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My daughter and I are back to school shopping. We sweep through the big red-framed doors into Target, into the coolness and light and open space that smells like newness and popcorn mingled together. We stop for a cart and I take off long-striding into the...
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My four year old son comes casually and curiously wandering out of his room during quiet time lured, I’m sure, by the smell of popcorn in the microwave. His excursion is in direct violation of quiet time rules. He pokes his head around the corner before...
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Oh, I’m tired. I returned Sunday from a 48 hour retreat at Mariawald Retreat Center. I hope to share more about the experience in the coming weeks, but for now, I’m tired. Who knew there could be so much labor involved in retreat? ...
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This fellow lived on a potted plant on our porch one summer. The husband and four year old have been desperate to catch a Praying Mantis, so much so that I was praying we might find one on our walk after lunch today (my ulterior motive was that I wanted to be the...
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This is the third in a three-part series of posts on bugs. Don’t miss the first two!...
