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Anxiety hit at the same time consciousness did, dense and heavy, suffocating. Raising my head a few inches from my crumpled pillow, I reached with blind hands toward the snooze button in an effort to beat back the day. Almost simultaneously, reflexively, as...
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I believe that when you have a problem, you talk it over with your priest, or your tailor, or the mute elevator porter at your men’s club, and you take that problem and crush it with your mind vice. But for lesser beings like curly-haired men and people who need...
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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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It started with a lean and reach until both hands grasped the first metal bar, then the long, lean body followed, swinging to build momentum, spindly legs pumping as though wading through the air. Every day of kindergarten my daughter practiced the monkey bars...
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“Where there’s surrender, synchoronicity tends to follow . . .” Cynthia Bourgeault After binge-cleaning and crashing with an episode of Glee late the night before, we woke to the sound of the twins hooting and hollering in their cribs and the...
