West of a white bower, behind an aging picket fence, these proud plumes of color caught my eye. We were driving down a side…
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Two is big.
Two years old. Two candles for each. And two parents, who exchange a look that says twenty-four months of words and work,…
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You sleep long this afternoon, fever breaking beneath pink fleece. Your forehead is still warm to the touch. I sit next to you and…
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This morning, in a Salt Lake City chapel, seats will overflow with individuals who have come to remember a great man – a man…
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Let me introduce you to my very cool (cooler-than-we-will-ever-be) cousins. And their annual summer music video.
Back in the day, when we were young, all…
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I weed in spurts. A few here, a few there. Then it’s off to pick up someone who crashed their bike, break popsicles in…
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I wish someone would have handed me a list like this when I was expecting our girls. A list that answered the question…
What kind…
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I raised both eyebrows when Doug said he wanted to take the boys camping. In our pre-parent life, camping and backpacking were common activities…
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The girls came running into the house. Panting explanations. “We caught a butterfly! It’s a big one!”
My eyes widened. “You caught a butterfly? Really?”
I…
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My Mom jokes that she had six children because she thought they’d be the hired help she always dreamed of. We weren’t quite the…
