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Rock Star Days

Some rock stars are made, not born. The Peruvian woman grabbed my hand and motioned for me to follow.  And I did, right up to the front row of the auditorium where a special seat was reserved just for me.  I felt like a rock star. Bags were carried for me, meals were made for […]

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Surprise!

I hide in the hallway, my heart beating fervently with eager anticipation.   One woman announces, “She’s here!” A few dozen people scurry to their hiding places in the living room.  We hear the door open, shut.  And then my best buddy from college walks into her house, nearly blown over by her friends yelling, “Surprise!” 

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Blink. Don’t Blink.

I’m tackling the impossible: grocery shopping with three boys.  One has on a spiderman costume and attempts to fly down the bread aisle, another squishes grapes in the produce bag one-by-one, and the third is crying and rubbing his eyes because he had curiously looked underneath the soap dispenser in the bathroom and then pushed

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Glorious, Not Tidy

Every year, without fail, I write down my New Year’s Resolution, “Organize House.” Maybe I should just create a template that I can use every year instead of having to expend energy in writing out those two words. It’s not that I don’t try. I do. I sort through endless school papers, give away boxes

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December Verbs

It’s a December Saturday.  One of the precious few in the busiest month of the year.  I’m drowning in unaccomplished Martha verbs- plan, cook, clean, trim, decorate, hang, shop, wrap, package, create, write, mail, wash, call… The phone rings.  It’s my in-laws.  And could the boys and I help with Stone Soup’s Christmas day camp

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Our Christmas Miracle

Estranged Separated by pain Despairing of reconciliation Ever. Our arms cross Like the walls we have built Impenetrable Yet stealthily, sneakily, hope tiptoes in Peeking around every corner of the heart To find desire It gathers the gray, meager fragments and offers them Pleading Believing The waiting seems endless Year after year And then In

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