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Wednesday morning I wanted to get 3000 words on the page, or at least 1500. I wanted to practice yoga for twenty minutes, to enjoy the sunshine and silence of the Little House after a week of kids being home for spring break. But the night before I popped...
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The rain this morning sounds like sleet. It’s the Monday after Resurrection day. Plundered Easter baskets spew plastic grass on these old wood floors and the hollow chocolate bunnies have lost their ears and faces. The oldest boy is sick, again, even...
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This post is loosely based on Luke 19:28-40, the gospel story of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. In preparing to preach on the passage this Sunday, I decided to spend some time inside the passage, imagining what it might have been like. This story is...
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This past weekend author and editor Andi Cumbo Floyd came and gave a reading of her new novel, Steele Secrets at our house. You can learn more about Andi and her work here. Nine kids tromped up and down the stairs at random intervals, leaving a trail of...
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Dead mums staggered in the flower bed outside the kitchen window and rattled their bones at me all winter long. Today, under a warming sun, I bent and broke their brown branches at the base where new green leaves...
