The prison looms large in the night. Heavy silver electrical wire wraps circles across the tops of the buildings, reflecting the lights that cast angular shadows across the lot. It’s freezing cold. I hug my coat around me and walk briskly with my husband towards the entrance. He had suggested I leave my hooded coat […]
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Some things are downright embarrassing. Like when you are carrying around a large item at Bed, Bath and Beyond and a clerk offers to get you a cart. It just happens to be the squeakiest cart in the world. Or when you tell a sports fan you remember when your high school marching band performed
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Today marks the first day of National Hereditary Breast & Ovarian Cancer Week. It also marks the three-year anniversary of a monumental event in my life- the day I opted to undergo a preventative mastectomy because of my own hereditary risk of cancer. Three days before my surgery I wrote an essay entitled, “Goodbye.” After
Our two oldest boys, 9 and 10, dive into our comfy, brown chair in the living room and hug a blanket around their knees. Brian opens to the first chapter. “Tonight we’re going to read a chapter together from What’s the Big Deal? Why God Cares About Sex,” Brian explains. Our oldest son squirms and pulls
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With 6 clean sleeping bags and 2 comforters, I push my piled-high cart through the parking lot and pull the handle of the side door of our minivan to start loading. It won’t open. That’s odd. We just spent our lifesavings to get the only-helpful-when-they-work electronic doors fixed. I try the other side. Same thing.
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My husband does a lot around the house. He mows. And he…mows. I know he does a lot of other things, but mowing comes to mind first. And second. One evening, I was up to my elbows in dishwater and inwardly seething over the very long list of Mommy-do’s, and the seemingly much shorter list
It’s Sunday morning. I open my eyes at 7:45. For a mother of four boys, that’s sleeping in. And it’s fabulously gloriously wonderful. As I get ready for church, my husband, Brian, makes me a delicious veggie omelet – my favorite- and sets it on the bathroom counter for me to enjoy at my leisure.
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