Eliza is creative. I’m realizing it more and more. It’s a part of who she is and how she came. She’s never bored, doesn’t…
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I can feel it slipping away. And I’m not ready. This season of babies – of carting one or more on my hip. Eliza…
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Yesterday marked twelve years of marriage for us. I say “marked” because it wasn’t much of a celebration. Around 4PM I phoned Doug to…
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It’s raining again (yes, again) and the air is cold. Honestly, Spring can’t decide if it is coming or going. A month ago, we…
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I can’t recall what was said or why we had a “discussion.” I just remember it rattled me, and quick as lightning I was… -
We were still finishing dinner, baths were on the docket, and neither of us wanted to abandon our plates to steady Eliza’s bike for…
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I am thinking of you today. How strong you are. How you wake every morning – tired or rested – to nurture, feed, care…
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I am happy today.
I’m happy most days – but today the world feels warm and full, like it’s hatching, coming out because it can’t…
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It is morning. The dark sky is barely hinting blue when I see him. It’s just after six and he is pushing a double…
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Last Monday I spoke with a good friend who is Catholic. She’s dear as my own mother. She told me about Mass on Palm…