wake upget breakfastchange the kidsclean the kitchenstart laundryget dressedteach the kidsanswer the phonedriveteachstart lunchclean the kitchenteachreaddrive what’s life? what’s joy? I’m tired. And confused. Lest you think this blogger has…
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How come there’s paint on the bottom of the boat?Why is the water red?Where does the water go?How come there’s ice on the lake?When did we go to Duluth?How come?On…
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Someday he’ll be too big to hold in my arms. Someday he’ll want to walk, not to be carried. Someday he’ll live on his own, away from me. Someday he’ll…
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See that blurry pic? The one taken with my camera phone? That’s from my girls’ night. Last night. With my daughters — Hannah, Chloe and Grace. And my dear friend,…
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I need to draw a line in the sand. It’s not an easy line to draw. This mark, this line, is antithetical to what I perceive as society’s view of…