This is Isaiah,offering me some of his ice cream cone. He must have been about 2 years old. Check out those sweet curls! (I’m re-sharing this post from 2014 as we gear up for summer here again. The twins graduate from preschool this...
Almost to the library’s exit, he stops and leans in the office window. He’s Dennis the Menace with a buzz cut. His puffy red winter coat hangs unzipped and flapping, bright blue rain boots peak out from under brown fleecy pants. Two library...
At the end of the day two cats sit in the window, sunset facing, while my husband walks the trash to the curb. Two fresh bodies are tucked into bed. Two still-dirty ones stretch the last minutes of daylight in the yard. There was some discussion this...
All four kids took turns rummaging, elbow deep, in the large metal pot that holds rusted nuts, bolts, washers and nails. First they made robots, tiny friends composed of wing bolts and screws. They each made three or four and named them based on appearance...
Getting found almost always means being lost for a while. – Anne Lamott in Small Victories Too high. Too great. Too marvelous. These are the kind of things my heart was snagged on this morning. My eyes were lifted up toward the future, toward...
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