I woke this morning to an email from my friend, Sarah. Most of you know her as the famous mama at Clover Lane. I…
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The last stack of these went out yesterday… late. But it was the best I could do after our printer went berserk and left…
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There is only yes
when I see him
trundling onto the front porch,
two pair of shoes folded against his belly.Put them on? he asks.
And my brother’s… -
Saturday afternoon I wiped crumbs from the table, swabbed faces, unbuckled the boys from their boosters, and looked up briefly as Ali and Sami…
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I am standing with my three girls in the middle of Epcot when my phone rings. Crowds bump past us as I stall the…
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We cut our hair. All four of us.
(To be precise, I should say Aunt Deb cut the girls’ hair and my friend Elizabeth cut… -
The loops on our Disney chain are slowly disappearing. Excitement for the big trip is building. But before we venture off to visit this…
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Our New Year’s Tree remains one of my favorite holiday traditions.
As I packed the ornaments away, tucked them in tissue paper and carefully placed…
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I relish a good surprise. When I was a girl, I didn’t want to know if the preemie cabbage doll I asked Santa for,…
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Our Reenactment of the Nativity on Christmas Eve
Christmas Morning
If Bethlehem were here today
Or this were very long ago
There wouldn’t be a winter time
Nor any…