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Read more: how farThere have been a lot of specific moments this summer that have revealed to me how far we’ve come. A few weeks ago, the kids and I went out for pizza at our favorite spot. The kids like it because there’s an old-school gum-ball machine in the vestibule. I like it because I can buy…
other thinkings…
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but myself more than all
Read more: but myself more than allWhat doesn’t make sense to me is how this loss, the death of my husband, the person who knew me more intimately than all others, has turned me into a stranger to even myself. I don’t recognize that woman in the mirror. That hand holding my child. The voice in the video. I can wrap my head around how it has changed my relationship with…
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But this
Read more: But thisI think gym classes in middle school and high school need to be more reality based. Instead of teaching proper technique for push ups, gym classes should teach kids how to survive real-life scenarios. Train a thirteen year old how to carry a bag of groceries and a squirming toddler in one hand while unlocking the front door with the other. Teach a tenth grader…
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If not with you
Read more: If not with youI didn’t want to put Christmas up this year. At the very most, maybe the little tree we have on the side buffet in the dining room. But I thought of my son and how much he is like his daddy. And his daddy loved Christmas. So here we are.
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carry this
Read more: carry thisI am here to see if there is a way words can restore purpose. If there is a way that the electric ricocheting of shrapnel can slow. If there is a way the deadening pressure can lift. My love, my honeybear, has died. My best friend, my person, our homemaker and caretaker, our number one, my cheerleader and bench warmer, my rejoicer and celebrater, gone.…
Do justice. Love kindness. Walk humbly.
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