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Isaiah stands at the low wooden shelf of the changing table with his chubby hand tugging on the handle of a basket that’s stuck. Unable to get to the books trapped inside, he turns to me whining and fussing to communicate his desire. Seizing...
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“But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion . . .”...
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Year two with twins is the year of guerilla warfare, the year in which they form a tiny two-man militia bent on breeding destruction and disorder. My one-and-a-half year-old boys are climbers and their little army is forever advancing toward higher ground. ...
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Christmas morning 2010, the Corvette we found for $25 on Craigslist. I turned to see my two and four year old children driving their little yellow Corvette through our small, cramped living room. I was standing in the doorway between rooms interviewing a...
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“Come unto me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” – God I came into the retreat like our old cat Samson used to come into our house after a string of nights out on the town. Samson would just disappear and...
