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Little Wooden Objects and The Source Of Love

My Mother tells a story of when she and my Dad were first married.  While looking for a job, he was browsing through the want ads and...

Caterpillars, Butterflies, Little Sisters

My sister is having a baby in a couple weeks.  She’s my little sister.  I remember her sitting in the dirt making bottle cap mud pies....

Boys and Girls Really Are Different You Know

But try putting six girls and one boy into a house together and ignoring gender.  All of a sudden doors are closed so princess dresses...

A Life Told In Miles

We bought our 1996 Jeep Cherokee from my parents soon after college graduation.  It was more a favor on my parents part than because they...

Throwing a Fabulous Party, Being Family

Last weekend my cousin and I threw a baby shower for my sister.  This is not new to us.  We throw parties together on what now seems like...

Oh, For Longing.

There is longing in each of us.  It takes many forms.  Gets us moving forward or standing still, frozen by its hopelessness.  Longing can...

Deceptively Picture Perfect

Our last Christmas card is a series of photos of our family in various states of disarray.  In front of the camera, as hard as I tried to...

Books as Haven

I wander around from room to room, carrying one under my arm, as if I will have time to read it while I vacuum, while I pick up clothes,...

A Child’s Empathy

That’s true empathy, to suffer alongside someone and still want to comfort them. I need a lesson in this. I need to remember this sweet...

Sharing and Loving It

Even so, I was determined not to hear that sound in my house. I dreaded it above most every other bad habit that kids pick up along the...

The Plural of I

The funny thing is, I never once minded since that first night in our hotel room, sharing a bed with this man who is always part of the...

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