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An Indescribable Quality

My son’s gifts are quantifiable.  I can tick them off on my fingers.  I often speak of them to others, as in, today my son mastered this...

Life Changes (You)

I think at any given time, we are surrounded by people, whether they be close friends, acquaintances, family members, or even ourselves,...

Little Friends Shed A Few Tears

Instead, I was standing, hands on my hips telling a six year old girl that in the future she should probably not climb onto a chair then...

Bubble Wrapping My Kids

My newest mom-title is Shield.  I remember as a child hearing my parents whisper things, knowing there were always discussions that did...

Butting In and Cookie Exchanges

Right now, my husband is on his way to a cookie exchange.  He took our four year old daughter with him.  As I am not feeling well and our...

Adjustments At Bedtime

After three years of sleeping in the same room, tonight my children will sleep apart for the first time.  For a while now they’ve each...

A Phone-a-Phobe And Her Child

Around our house the phone is for quick texts sent to remind that bread and peanut butter are low, that work is running late, that the...

Bestowing Choice

Let me take a moment to dust off my soapbox, pull out my handkerchief, wipe the smudges from the last time I stepped on it.  I will...

I Didn’t Have To Buy It!

Yesterday while shopping, my daughter saw an awful princess chair.  It was plastic and gaudy and ugly.  To her it was a dream.  She had...

Hurdle Racing For Beginners

Life isn’t a miracle; it is the starting line to a hurdle race.  You look in front of you and if you are fortunate you are prepared for...

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...

Small Visitors of the Creepy Crawly Kind

And then today, as I stood blow drying my hair, innocently unaware that my daughter had popped into my bathroom, I felt a tap on my leg....

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...

Move Slowly and Eat Popsicles

We keep our windows open at night, trying to get the bit of crisp air that comes through the mountains.  In years past it’s been enough,...

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,...

An Interesting Verse

“And there are also many other things which Jesus did, the which, if they should be written every one, I suppose that even the world...

A Paparazzo and Her Camera

I don’t tag to annoy or even intentionally include other people in pictures. It’s usually because the people happen to be in a photo I...

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