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Parenting is Hard
Jan 12

Jan 12 Parenting is Hard

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He is
Jan 11

Jan 11 He is

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Grace in Motherhood
Jan 8

Jan 8 Grace in Motherhood

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Kids Make it Hard to Live with Less
Jan 7

Jan 7 Kids Make it Hard to Live with Less

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Day by Day
Jan 6

Jan 6 Day by Day

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In Search of Community
Jan 4

Jan 4 In Search of Community

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Letting Go
Jan 4

Jan 4 Letting Go

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Seeking Simplicity
Jan 2

Jan 2 Seeking Simplicity

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The Abundance of it All
Jan 1

Jan 1 The Abundance of it All

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   You are not the sum of other people’s opinions. You aren’t the girl you were ten years ago, though some days you look in the mirror and wish you were— skin headed down to the earth, while lies and Botox whisper it shouldn’t be this way.
Sep 1

Sep 1

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   I took a break from writing. Sure, I still showed up on  Instagram  to share a few words three to four times a week, but I stopped the deep soul search of digging up the truth. Of sitting quietly and asking God what He wanted to tell me.
Aug 31

Aug 31

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   Things I’ve learned in 40 years:    You will want to look older until you finally look old.     Have a good book with you at all times.    You can feel alone in a crowded room.     Friendship will save you when you least expect it.    It’
Apr 14

Apr 14

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   The tomb is clear. Body unwrapped, liberated but still employed.  One last task at hand, with punctured hands and feet.  Broken body now at its most powerful.   I look at my own broken body.  Some wounds seen, others felt a
Apr 5

Apr 5

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    If it were up to me I’d fix the world.   Pull together what is hurt and broken and  give the kiss that only mothers can offer —the kiss that heals.   I would brush off the bruised egos  and suggest,  being right isn’t alwa
Mar 24

Mar 24

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   I look down at the stomach  that was never really flat.  The mound where all the babies were kept  showing itself more these days.   I was once told that the uterus is a muscle.  It grows with each child.  Each ti
Feb 12

Feb 12

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   Bouncing as it hits the ground, no longer rain—it has morphed  on its sojourn from sky and cloud.  Thick and hard it dances in the grass  outside the window to my room.   He thinks it is magic but my weathered soul kno
Feb 10

Feb 10

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Jan 11

Jan 11

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What I Bought
Jan 7

Jan 7 What I Bought

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   He knows to water the ground despite what he cannot see.    A small paper package with carrots painted on the front—picked to plant by his willing fingers. Three trenches scraped and born of dad’s easy movements. Strength that o
Jan 4

Jan 4

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Day 5: A New Year
Dec 28

Dec 28 Day 5: A New Year

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