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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…
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changed rhythm
Fourteen months later, I still feel the absence of my person in real time. When the kids wake up ahead of schedule and my daughter is asking me to hold her, but I have to get my other son ready for his school day. When my baby asks to ‘Ea, ea?” pointing toward the kitchen,…
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just enough time
This picture came up in Google Photos a few days back. “8 years ago today,” the caption read. I remember the moment we took this photo—I was cranky over touring a city that promised a lot of delicious food options but still left me hungry; he was happy to just be together. That’s how it…
a scribble of jo 