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deadbolt
There is a place deep down in my heart where I built a room. Maybe the size of a linen closet, a little bigger, I built this room in the crawlspace of my memories. I framed it using 2x4s but didn’t bother adding any drywall or flooring. There was no need to make it pretty;…
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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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even living?
Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made…
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happening here
I am full of an awareness for this year’s advent. The preparation for a promise’s fulfillment. The promise of something good still to come. It feels like something important is happening here, but I can’t put my finger on it exactly. I see the moments as they unfold in front of me, and I know…
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thanks, full
My mom texts me, “Writing a list of thanks is the best way to overcome beaten down-ness.” I don’t believe her. I think, I am more beaten down than thankfulness can fix. I think, If I have to check off this box so my beaten down-ness can be justified, I’ll write the dumb list. The…
a scribble of jo 