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When I climbed into our attic the day after Thanksgiving, I had no idea what was going on just outside our front door. As I tossed down one childhood memory after another – Pokémon cards Stuffed animals Random toys I didn’t realize a new memory was forming on our street. Our attic overflows with memories of a season filled with children. On this particular day,... Read more

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I hear the men working right outside my window as I type. Faint voices floating softly just above the sound of old asphalt being busted apart then scooped into a big truck. ________________________ Bits and pieces of our family story are imprinted on the piles of rubble right outside our door. And in just a matter of hours, they will all be hauled away. Well,... Read more

fog road

 

I read this phrase in a book recently – The Place of Great Unknowing Have you been here? Or been forced to visit by things far from your control? There’s very little in this place of great unknowing that feels familiar. Like the edge of the ocean, the sands of certainty slip away with each new wave. High tide or low, the washing away of... Read more

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It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I’m not sure if I’ve stayed away for fear of what my fingers might type, or for fear of what they may try to avoid..….. The truth is…… Words matter to me. And once I start writing, I release things that are often easier to hold close to my heart. So sometimes it’s easier for me to... Read more

They weren’t hiding……. but they weren’t supposed to be on display either. Hints of Christmas…… Reminders of winter. They somehow missed the packing up of seasons long past. And my friends discovered them this weekend. How had I missed them? ————————————- Maybe I hadn’t really. Maybe I like seeing Joseph by my television and a snowman hanging under my mantle. Maybe I’ve passed them many... Read more

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I’d Rather Travel Alone

April 14th, 2018

 

Paths – they’re always leading me. And their dusty trails, covered in leaves, may try but just can’t hide the truth, someone’s been this way before. So I walk, unsure of where I’m headed, but convinced I’m going in the right direction. On a good day, I have a plan. Point A to Point B. Purpose lines up with passion and suddenly every step is... Read more

snow bush

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I won’t deny it. There’s beauty in every winter snow…… even when it falls in spring. The calendar can’t control its arrival any more than we can. And with world-hushing power, it has a way of uniting all creation under its blanket. Snowflakes slowly pile high, creating magical scenes, but at the very same time, they add extra weight to every tree and every bush... Read more

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Diapers. Long nights with little sleep. Never-ending laundry. It’s hard to even remember all the things that used to be part of my motherhood story. _____________________ Like the voices of my children floating through the house, the memories of things that once completely wore me out are slowly fading away. ______________ I’m not sure if these memories seem foggy because they feel so distant, so... Read more