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nothing less
The other day I got a whiff of my six-year-old’s feet as he swang on our hammock, and I knew something drastic needed to be done. Summer will soon be upon us, and although I know I won’t always win the battle against crocs and smelly feet, this day I held out hope. So as…
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now I wake
I take baths at three in the morning now, when the babies rest and sleep escapes my halfhearted grasp. It used to be after school, when Eric was alive, because he would see how tired I was by the time I got home from school and he would want to see me relax. He loved…
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If not with you
I 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.
a scribble of jo 