Who has time to read blogs today? Or write, for that matter?
With only two Saturdays left before Christmas, your day probably looks like mine….
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The dirt is moist, the grass puckers with water, and the orchard bulges buxom with apples. Eliza is at school, my Mom has the…
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So the stats are in. Twinspins stay!
Thanks for your comments and kind support. There are more of you than I realized. Twin parents I’ve…
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I wrote about what I am reading for Advent, but I’ve been trying to figure out something fun and meaningful to do with our…
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It is still snowing. Nine inches of it. Fresh and untouched, piling softly and steadily outside. The world is brilliantly white and all day…
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So much to be thankful for…
Snuggling with Sami in the early morning, her head on my shoulder. Running alone on frozen streets, the sun…
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November’s surly blast howled and mourned. For two entire days it stripped leaves, whipped through the corners of the yard, raising the dead, bending…
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Some losses are assuaged the moment they are filled. Some voids do not last. All the painful waiting, the hearing no, the unsolved questions….
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I’m at Segullah today, trying to convey a concept that has recently (and dramatically) changed the way I view my life. It’s the idea…
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I’ve been trying to write this post all day. It’s 10:30 PM and I’m finally off my feet. I haven’t written a Twinspin in…