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The cornfield across the street preparing for its winter nap. The only way I can get my three year old twins to nap is by joining them. It started last week, the day after a horrid night of fevers and chills that kept the littlest one and me up until...
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I met Kimberly Ann Coyle though an online (in) courage discussion group for writers. She and a host of other writers are in the long haul of blogging for 31 days straight through the month of October. Every blogger chooses a topic of focus and digs...
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My heart is like the half-moon peaking out of the mid-day blue sky. There is more, always more, hidden; more than I can know or see. Lord, teach me to tend, carefully, the shadow places where deep roots dwell. Teach me to love, tenderly, the cool darkness, to prize it...
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Reading in the morning, I am distracted by the light that falls across the page, across the room, climbing down the wall as the sun rises. Somewhere, a neighbor’s rooster crows, as I carry my little boy toward the bathroom where he stands ...
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The paper seed packet read, “Mesclun Mix” and pictured a leafy assortment of lettuces. The seeds themselves were miniscule, small balls the size of a pin’s head, little shards and spikes in a variety of colors. I shook them loose into the ground,...
