Dozens of them. Golden yellow trumpets. Lifting chins to the morning sun.
For a whole week daffodils have graced our mantle, tables, counters, and dressers….
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We’ve experienced a new development in our family. One that has given me a bit of angst and worry, one I am still processing…
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I play the piano. Not well. But well enough to play the hymns impromptu or accompany if I have some advance notice. (Like several…
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Five candles to blow out, twenty-four cupcakes to share, twelve girls twirling in tutus, twelve bows carefully tied to chairs, twelve balloons floating the…
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The girls are still talking about Disney World, still drawing pictures of their favorite characters, laughing over things we did and said and saw.
(Sami’s…
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My Dad reads the funnies religiously. He often copies the good ones (interpret: the applicable ones) and saves them for us. This was one…
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It is morning. The morning after a tough evening, and I am still raw from the hurting. Mine and theirs. I hurt for who…
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Once upon a time, there were three little girls who left their small home in the west for the big world of Disney in…
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Need an inspiring story today? Click over to Segullah. I am writing about Vedran Smailovic and his brave stand for the dignity of human…
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He looked so dapper on Monday as my Mom stacked his round body, wrapped his scarf, and placed a black hat atop his head….
