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All is Calm, All is Bright

Dec 21

Dec 21 All is Calm, All is Bright

Meredith Barnes

There are moths in the closet. Fluttering their way between cashmere and wool. Nibbling on midnight snacks of warm woven fabric.  I slip the sweater over my head, the tiny hole left just below my neck the size of a miniature dinner

Dec 18

Dec 18

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Writing Wednesday

Dec 16

Dec 16 Writing Wednesday

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Day 4: What’s This All About Anyway?

Dec 14

Dec 14 Day 4: What’s This All About Anyway?

Meredith Barnes

All these things that happen while you are in my arms.  Squarely settled on my lap.  The usual fidgets resting alongside you and me.  Peace occurs and then is interrupted by a vibration. Technology calls and I resist answe

Dec 11

Dec 11

Meredith Barnes

They wake up stinky, with a scent that is trademarked with DNA from him and me. And because it is our own fragrant creation I breathe in the heavenly scent that only a mother could love.  Damp with sleep they open their mouths

Dec 9

Dec 9

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Day 3: Looking Forward

Dec 7

Dec 7 Day 3: Looking Forward

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Needles and No’s.  Highly sensitized to its needs, the needles of a cactus protect from herbivores as well as provide for its host. So says the internet. The prick of needle. The warning of a sharp spine extending to bodies too cl

Dec 4

Dec 4

Meredith Barnes

When we were young we ran bare feet.  Fear had not yet found purchase in our vulnerable toes.  Swollen from summer sun, wiggling in sand and salt.  The world bigger — in size and opportunity.  It offered more than it t

Dec 2

Dec 2

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He asks me to stop so he can pick me a flower from the neighbor’s yard. I’ve explained—as God did to Adam—that some plants aren’t for us. But he chooses Eve’s path and plucks yellow petaled gifts for me.  I see God’s predicament and

Nov 30

Nov 30

Meredith Barnes

There’s glitter in the grass. A remnant of surprised excitement. An ordinary day. Feet kicking whatever is willing. A pop and burst that covers blonde hair in rainbow shimmer. Boys still too young to fear appearing shiny.  They are

Nov 27

Nov 27

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Literary Gift Guide

Nov 25

Nov 25 Literary Gift Guide

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Day 2: My Favorite Holiday

Nov 23

Nov 23 Day 2: My Favorite Holiday

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"People wait all week for Friday, all year for summer, all life for happiness" What are you waiting for?

Nov 20

Nov 20

Meredith Barnes

All that time I’ve wasted on myself, I think as he and I stand a few feet apart whispering tall tales. He’s only four and yet he tells me he secured his own ice pack when he fell from the couch, while I was in the other room. I’m amazed a

Nov 18

Nov 18

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Day 1: A Different Holiday Season

Nov 16

Nov 16 Day 1: A Different Holiday Season

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We laugh. The kind of laugh that builds rather than fades. My cheeks flush with healthy shame. He comes in peace and disarms my self-importance and we laugh.  In this laugh I remember when my heart was lighter. When my time wasn’t c

Nov 13

Nov 13

Meredith Barnes

Sometimes it feels like I wait all day for these boys to fall asleep. I look longingly at the clock dreaming of a moment truly to myself. Questions—so many questions. Words—so many words out of such little mouths. Where is the Moon? It

Nov 11

Nov 11

Meredith Barnes

A small child lets out a not so small whine. It’s not the first time or the last. But it stops me and I look at the dirty hands and mouth, evidence of the wild still alive in what will one day be a civilized man. Reformed of adventure, he

Nov 9

Nov 9

Meredith Barnes

It’s been a strange week. I knew it was coming and yet I still feel caught off guard. I am a jumble of mixed emotions, a complex composite of hope and anxiety, fear and faith. This week I sent out my newsletter and talked about feeling

Nov 6

Nov 6

Meredith Barnes