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Motherhood is hard.
I was doing some research this week and came upon a website that had a pop-up, as so many websites do. I don’t have anything against pop-ups as I understand they are a necessary thing. However, this pop-up made me upset. I was on a mom site. And the title of pop-up was: It said something…
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There Are Things That I Am Not Meant to Carry
A friend passed along a bag of clothes that included a perfect-for-fall, mustard-yellow purse. I switched purses on the way home from church. No need to delay. And now when I see my friend I wonder what she thinks when she sees me with the mustard-yellow purse that is now a messy, bulging, mustard-yellow…
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I Don’t Know How a Heart Can Hold All of This.
There is a little tepee in my back yard. My dad built it just about a year ago with sticks and string. It now has vines meandering up it and a wind chime that welcomes when the wind blows. I smile each time I look at it. It makes me think of love, fun and…
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The Pause
Words. Power. Stronger than a fist. Impact. A wrecking ball or a mason. What will your words do? Build up or tear down? Words aren’t just noise wasted breath nor are they instantly cast aside. Our mouths, our words are either tools of destruction or construction. There’s not really an in-between. Even though we think…
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You Are Not Connected: When Words Fail
My computer often brings up a screen that says: You Are Not Connected to the Internet. I usually am aware that I am not connected, however, there are times when I am trying to get something accomplished and it just doesn’t work. Click. Click. No movement. No cooperation. Not going where I want it…
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Imperfect Me is Loved with a Perfect Love
“I love you for all that you are.” These words came out as I tucked my sweet, curly-headed boy into bed. I’ve never said that before. It just kind of came out. I had to stop and think to understand if I really could say that and mean it. I love imperfectly, but I…
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I Need Your Perspective to be a Better Human
I don’t know how it feels to be you. I don’t want to guess anymore. I would like to understand. I realize that means asking you to wade into my ignorance. And I am sorry in advance for the pain and frustration that my lack will cause you. I don’t know another…
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How to Get Out of Between and Really Live.
It was a tough battle just now, getting out of bed. I won. Mostly. I gave away a few minutes. I am here writing, bleary eyed, but I am in my chair at the computer. It is amazing to me that I have to fight a battle to do something I want to do… I…
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On the Incompatibility of Expectations and the Highlight Reel
My mind is a making ice cream, constantly moving, stopping only to freeze up and think about one thing. Then back to swirling and thinking about 15 other things. I feel a bit unsettled as I wake today. Unsure, but not sure what I am unsure about. Is it the end of summer, school starting…
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The Strong Declaration of a Brave Little Flower
Unknowingly, I had made a declaration. I had written it in indelible ink on the walls of my heart. Tattooed it on my skin. When things are hard, I can’t be soft. I don’t know when I made it…so I don’t know how long I have been waving this banner, but it may as well…
