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I’ve had a hard time finding words lately, or finding time for words perhaps. My husband says that what I need is some good old “normal,” but I look at him wryly wondering what exactly normal might be. Anyway, there are days, you know, when the...
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We didn’t get around to Christmas cards this year, but come January, when the real depth and breadth of winter set it, I started making paper Cardinals. They made me happy in the same tangible, heart-happy way playing the Ukulele does. The crimson card...
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He stood on one side of the wide doorway, between the cafeteria and cafe, and I sat on the other with my twin boys. An old man, he was drawn in by my little boys’ antics, “Sweet,” he called them. Right there he opened the story of his life, his...
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He looks tall, to me, and burly, like someone who played football in high school. Gray-haired, with some extra weight around the middle, he carries his daughter to school every day through the long winter months, wrapped in a blanket. I saw him this morning, as...
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“. . . and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by . . .” Exodus 33:22 My twin boys travel the steep wooden stairs, short legs stretching with a two-year-old’s...
