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I grew in those seasons like corn in the night . . . Henry David Thoreau “At two, they’ve grown to half of their full height,” they doctor tells us as our twin boys wriggle and squiggle through their annual appointment. “It took them two years to grow this much...
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God of the summer rain, send us each a moment of shaking laughter or tears to crack open the dry, barren land of our hopes deferred. This post is linked with dVerse Poet’s...
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The way a snowflake melts into a river, this is one way to explain it; the way everything is changed and yet what was remains, now part of something more. This post is linked with dVerse Poets Pub. Photo credit:...
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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...
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Early in our marriage it became clear that too many one-on-one game nights would ruin us, since I’m terribly competitive and an incredibly poor sport. Being poor newlyweds, we didn’t own a TV and couldn’t afford to go to the...
