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On grace and making room
A couple of weeks ago, I went to something called the IF: Gathering. I'd explain what that is here if I could easily do so, but since it's kind of a complicated thing, I'll just give you a link ( IF Gathering ) where you can go to find out more about it if ...

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On Valentine's Day and Being Amy
I once said that if you were in a room full of women born around the same time I was, started a conversation with one, and then forgot the name of the one to whom you were talking, you could call her "Amy" and have the same chance of being correct as answer...

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On vanity and the secret to beauty
I'm always amazed at what you can see in that mirror. The one hanging over my stylist's work station. It's rather unremarkable, all things considered. Big, yes. But just a rectangular mirror. And yet. That day she spun me around and asked what I wanted to d...

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Put the loveys on top
  It was one of those ordinary, everyday things a mom says. The kind of thing that falls out of moms as easily as toddlers fall out of beds. I'm pretty sure I'd said it a time or two when my getting-bigger littles were, well, littler. But, as my sister-in-l...

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The ewok in our backyard
The maple tree in our backyard. Sans ewok.  It usually goes something like this . . . One of our children (usually E-baby, our eleven year old son) is flipping channels or surfing Netflix or Apple TV and comes across something that looks interesting to them...

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What I've learned so far
The day after Halloween our oldest son's stomach started hurting. And things haven't been easy since then. I could list out all the challenges we've faced since that day. I'm not going to lie, it would be kind of impressive, including children's medical spe...

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Look up
Some mornings I can hardly see to take the photo. I've just jumped from bed and rushed through child wakings to stagger through the front door and stand on the little rise in our front yard. Under the crepe myrtles. Where I turn towards the light and breath...

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Look up
Some mornings I can hardly see to take the photo. I've just jumped from bed and rushed through child wakings to stagger through the front door and stand on the little rise in our front yard. Under the crepe myrtles. Where I turn towards the light and breath...

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On bad days and perspective
"Do you remember that book we used to read when you were little - Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day ?" Silence from the backseat. The wailing wave of angst which had been crashing into me since he got into the car cut off, suddenly...

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Holding onto four
Mom and Me, 1973   I was four. And I was worried. Some of my earliest memories are nothing more than impressions. A face, a smell, a sound. The senses deconstructed. But this one is different. It's probably my first real, whole-person type of memory. It was...
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