Sundays are luxurious, in simple ways.
I see Doug making his way outside to Ali, a blanket and two pillows in hand. I watch from…
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“Let’s ride, brother!” Gordy says, as he hands Spencer a hat and they grab their stick hoses (both named Bud). In sync, they tug…
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Talent is kind of like beauty. It’s all in the eye of the beholder. And in our family it doesn’t take much to impress.
So…
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Since the photo on my “Books” page still shows a poinsettia from Christmas, I figure it’s high-time we discuss some good reads, share what’s…
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Wanting to catch the first light as it leapt over the mountain, I scurried outside in my pajamas and clicked my camera at Henry’s…
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Where are the fairies?
Where can we find them?We’ve seen the fairy-rings
They leave behind them!Is it a secret
No one is telling?Why, in your garden
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“One of the greatest myths told to women is that they can have it all. Nobody can have everything, and you especially can’t have…
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Some days I go about the busyness, unconscious. Unaware of the tremendous gift it is to have a good husband. I get to feeling…
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Confession: I’m a planner. I like to make lists. I like to feel productive. And it’s important to me that I follow through when…
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June 5th, 2012
“Put your dishes in the sink and run out to the car!” I say to the kids. I spoon leftovers into tupperware,…
