Texts were flying back and forth as I looked at the window. It was still raining – drenching the streets, the mountain, our plans….
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My Mom wasn’t there today, to walk us through her garden. She’s somewhere in the middle of Tennessee, driving through cotton fields with my…
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It rained lightly at first – much like today.
I glanced out the kitchen window as the front lawn assumed a brilliant green and the…
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I think we’re finally settling into the school routine. It’s taken a while. I still feel like I’m running behind life, grasping at wind…
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“The world I live in is loud and blurring and toilets plug and I get speeding tickets… and I forget everything and these six…
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Yesterday I noticed red shouts of color burning, branding themselves into the mountain. The scrub oaks are turning. In snatches now, with more coming….
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Why is it that some days motherhood feels like an out-of-body experience?
One moment I feel that catch in my throat – something so tender…
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She walked onto the stage wearing layers. How many I wasn’t sure. A long-sleeved t-shirt stretched the length of her arms. Cotton rippled round…
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This dirt road winds through some of Utah’s oldest ranch country. It’s a road I’m becoming more familiar with. A road that was washed…
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It’s Friday Liza-bug, and you’ve been in school now for two weeks. That first day of school you were so excited – so tickled…










