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Moments of silence
Several weeks ago a dear friend invited me to participate in an evening of silence. I figured I would need such a night in the midst of Christmas season busy-ness. It would be good to take a break and...
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A broken and beautiful Christmas
My Plan B evaporated into a puff of stomping and cursing last night. I lost another post written in my bed, after the one I thought I’d be sharing with you today didn’t materialize. For two days this...
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A random wrap-up and Happy New Year to you
I’m in the basement this morning, taking care of some last details before we head out of town for several days. Upstairs, the washer and dryer hum and clank. My family sleeps. (Do I start a lot of...
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Five Minute Friday: Opportunity
I feel the fresh, the new of the year out here on the snow. The pure white canvas of possibility unfurled under ponderosa pines and blue sky. I feel the blessing of opportunity in this lovely home on...
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To create is to trust
This week, the girls and I learned about spiders. How they toil. How they spin. How six different substances are released from the backside of their bodies to make up the components needed for their...
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Mother arms and parts that walk around without you
Lala with Mama, Fall 2008 I feel a bit like I did when I was 20, an arm and leg in each of the Four Corner states. One limb planted in Utah, another in Arizona. This arm in Colorado, that in New...
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How a woman is like a rock
In the house of a girl who loves them, this one stands apart. She’s got ceramic dishes, jars and Tupperware full of rocks and stones (though she’d need to Google to know the difference between the...
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I believe
I believe in grace and second chances, the power of sunshine sketches, and I love you with a full heart etched across a napkin and folded into a lunch box between the apples and carrots. I believe in...
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Happy Valentine’s Day (and a guest post on the MOPS blog)
Most wonderful day of cut hearts and sweet treats and red and pink joy to you. I’ve been thinking lots about love this week like many of you, I’m sure, and the word that continues rolling right...
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Five Minute Friday: Ordinary
Once upon a time I despised the word ordinary. Ordinary reeked of boredom, that droning day tagged onto the next and the next. Ordinary smacked of insult. Nearly so bad as homely or forgettable. Over...
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Stomping on ideal
I still remember sitting in her living room, holding my squirmy two-year-old girl on my lap. My friend spoke about comparisons and how she’d been tearing herself apart with them for years. I leaned...
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Five Minute Friday: Home
How can one write about home in just five minutes? For it is all that happens within these walls and all that we learn here that we carry throughout the earth. Home is where we figure out who we are...
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Daylight savings time (and minutes suspended)
This week, time and I have a complicated relationship. Each morning since Sunday, my head’s laid heavy as stone as the radio clicks on, and I only rise long enough to look over my husband’s sleeping...
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Five Minute Friday: Remember
The week floods with memories. And they run past like surging waters. They rush so quickly, and I reach in and grab what I can. And so I will not forget Wednesday evening because I’m holding it again....
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White curtains
Last night, I flopped myself into bed at 8:30 after prayers with the girls and final tuck-ins. It’s so hard to get them to stop with the beautiful sunshine streaming through windows, and I felt bone...
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The Frame
We zoom in. We squint. We tilt heads and thrust necks forward. We walk to the next case, the next frame and hold hands behind our backs so as to notice without touching the strokes of oil, the blended...
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Five Minute Friday: View
I know that someday I will look over these years of child raising and adult growing and see the quilt of who we’ve all become. The this that lead to that. The intense dark pattern alongside the breezy...
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On bears named Bob Costas and other news of the week
Sometimes you don’t write for nearly a week and it’s not because anything’s wrong, it’s only because you don’t want to talk for no reason. But then your house is empty for a moment, and you long to...
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Five Minute Friday: Listen
It’s ironic that when we sat on those sticky bench seats, and you and I met face to face for the first time in that big van on the way to Mexico, it was I who listened to you for so many hours. As you...
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Superhero powers required
My brain is brimming with things I want to talk to you about. It feels like a long time, and I miss you all. I am writing today with a quick check-in before I get a move on all the laundry piles and...
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