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On Vines and Motherhood
My clematis plant is heavy with blooms. It’s never been this beautiful before, never beget this many blossoms. I stare at it from my kitchen window, counting the flowers and noting the shades of purple that each one is clothed in. Every summer, I marvel at how the thin, rubbery, vines of this plant wrap…
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Show Your Work
I’m standing in my kitchen, hovering over my son’s shoulder as I read his math question. “Cal is buying a TV for $429 and a DVD player for $129. He rounds to the nearest tenth to calculate his cost. Round to the nearest tenth and find the total that Cal found.” “This is useful math,”…
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Be Still
The sea rose, towering in threatening piles before crashing down upon the boat unleashing its fury and soaking the deck and its sailors. White walls of water hemmed them in, smothered them, trapped them. Seafoam carried by gusts of wind sprayed in unrelenting blasts, clouding their eyes with salt and storm. I’m sure they couldn’t…
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Why Are You Crying?
The sound of weeping cut through the still, morning silence. The wracking sobs and desperate cries struck a dissonant chord with the bright bird song that announced the early hour. It didn’t matter, Mary Magdalene was alone, bereft of comfort, bereft of the one who had come to her rescue before. At least that’s what…
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Flies and Chocolate
“Mama! Did you know that without flies we wouldn’t have chocolate,” my 8-year-old son yells from the dining room table. He’s doing research for a project on pollinators that his teacher assigned him. It’s part of his new remote learning, part of our new normal. I had hoped he would choose to research butterflies, but…
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Set Free and Sent Out
“Let those who have been set free by the Lord tell their story.” Psalm 107:2 I read the verse through a lump in my throat. A lump that’s been there for days now. Every time I think about the comments, the animosity, the division, and destruction between my brothers and sisters that lump lodges itself…
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So, I Write
I want to notice. I want to see the veins on leaves, winding trajectories of life and nourishment. Roads that lead to shade and rest and air and beauty. I want to see how the wind takes form. How it moves with grace and power and becomes whatever it wants to be. Gust or breeze,…
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“When Dormant Daffodils Bloom”
Have you heard that I’m writing another book? If not, let this serve as your official notification! It’s odd, though this book writing stuff. Odd because it’s the most private and solitary endeavor until suddenly it isn’t. I’ve been working on this story for the last year and a half but have only recently actually talked…
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Musings On Mornings
I’ve not been out of the shower for more than ten minutes when my youngest son Oliver wakes up. “Can someone get me up?” he yells from his crib. I walk into his room, hair still wet, and pull him up and into my arms. “Hi buddy,” I tell him through kisses. “Is your pull…
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