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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...

Bad Guys Everywhere

I stare at my son’s beseeching eyes and my daughter’s eager face. They want me to play their game so much. They want me to get up, put...

Cupcakes Are (Not) Wonderful

I love nothing more than to see this happen. I know it means so many little cogs are rotating and synapses are sparking inside those...

Camping and Avoiding Loneliness

Now, last night we went camping for only the second time in her short life. She loved it. From running around with sticks to toasting...

Knowing Things May Be Overrated

It’s not that I’m not attempting to keep current, I read the papers. I try to use my brain for more than just meal planning. And I...

Death and Promise

I find hope in this promise, as does my husband, so when we share this with our children we let them know that it’s okay and it’s natural...

Love AND The Ten Commandments

But I took the opportunity to make it a teaching moment. I said that she was right, lying is bad. “God even says so in the Bible. He...

Little Girls and Mummies

This week my son has been going to a science day camp at our Nature and Science Museum. Every day, my daughter and I drop him off with...

To My Husband, On Father’s Day

I’m a mother. I stay home, take care of my kids, feed my family, wash the clothes…you get the idea. I’m a homemaker. I don’t always...

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...

Free Will, Gift or Curse?

As a society we have reached a point where there is little that we cannot predict. We know that certain actions will produce a given...

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...

You’re Scaring Me

I’m not saying these things aren’t true, a lot of them are. I’m doing the best I can, cutting out some things here, reusing other things...

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