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Can You Guess That Carol?
“We three kings of oranges are, bearing gifts we travel so far; Field and fountain, mores the mountains, Follow the wonder star.” I knew what she was singing–she was spot on with her pitch. But Brooklyn, at four, didn’t have context for some of the words for the Christmas carol. So she adjusted. She wasn’t…
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The Ugly Underbelly Of Regret
It wasn’t something I expected to see, something so unusual. Isley ran into the house, yelling for me to follow her outside. Wondering what was so important, I followed. Behind the tree in our backyard, a good-sized female turtle was, we hoped, laying eggs. It was the only reason we could come up with…
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And I’m Expected To Say Thank You?
It would never be considered a sacred space. A place of contemplation and thoughtful introspection. But it is somewhere I go frequently, some seasons more than others. My laundry room is a place I experience success. With six kids, I taught myself a system that could get a lot of laundry done quickly and consistently.…
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The Case Of The Wandering Pumpkins
We have five pumpkins that have wanderlust. This is not a metaphor for anything in life. We have these pumpkins left over from Halloween that we never got around to carving. They’re still healthy, not showing any signs of mold. They don’t stay put. We started with four, and I’m not quite sure how we…
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Angsty Is As Angsty Does
Landry, at three, is a remarkable communicator. His vocabulary is extensive, and he has a joyousness about him that’s contagious. Seeing the picture of him hiding in a hoodie playing on an iPad while the temperature dropped outside was too cute. It didn’t appear to be him at all. He lacked the beaming smile that…
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