Some dreams hang out there in the ether. Like a unicorn in the forest. Uncatchable. Unattainable. 🦄
It’s a risk to pursue the unicorn. You…
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I love my children. So much.
Even when they give me stink eye. Which Gordy has clearly mastered. ⬆ï¸
I love all children. They make…
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“This week we watched in agony as Notre Dame was engulfed in flames. We feared the worst, watching from across the world, hearing commentary…
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It’s April! And that makes me happy. This morning I ran in a long sleeved shirt, which I eventually shed for a tank top…
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“There is but one Paris,” said Vincent Van Gogh. And the more we travel, the more I believe he was right. Paris offers the…
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A late Happy Valentine’s Day to you! Last week had me down with some kind of crazy virus that lasted far too long. But…
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At the beginning of the new year, we sang these words to a hymn at church.
Come let us anew. . . Our journey…
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UPDATE: I read the first draft of Mary in the Moon (see end of post) during a discussion about Oliver’s poetry with the lovely…
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I’m always a little sad every time I take Christmas down. The season seems to go so quickly; I never get enough of it. And yet, at the same time, something in me is anxious and ready to escape. Something of newness and order, a hunger that’s rather desperate for change and resolutions. A desire for increased margins of time and new, white space.
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We are 17 days into Advent. 17 days of thinking on and waiting for . . . the Christ child.
We readied His manger…
