When I was young my Dad would sing this little tune – usually to the background of six kids banging utensils, crashing toys, yelling…
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Monday morning we saw blue sky to the west. Brilliant, glorious, robin’s egg blue. And I can’t tell you how happy it made me….
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I spent a wonderful evening last night with over 80 women at a Power of Moms event. Whitney Johnson spoke, as well as April…
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We’ve had an incredible amount of snow this year. By noon, a week ago Friday, we had 24 inches in the front yard and…
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A sticky snow is drifting out of the sky, dusting the pines, coating the craggy maple with a layer of white. Our house is…
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It was New Year’s Eve. The windows gradually began to darken as a far-away sun set on 2012. I took out the bag of balloons,…
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I love these years of believing, of every child climbing into our bed, tugging on quilts and begging to start breakfast, of bursting into…
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It’s a simple tradition. We do it for the children. But after all the unwrapping of Christmas morning, it is the ritual I am…
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Christmas stories around the tree have become a favorite tradition. We push bedtime back a bit, pull out a book or two, and everyone…
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What do you do when the earth crumbles beneath you – when the future you planned for disintegrates and you are shoved onto a…