September 11 – {a letter to my children}

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A letter to my sons…. Dear Isaac & Jeremiah, It’s late and you are in bed sound asleep, unaware that tomorrow is the one day on the calendar that makes it hard to breathe. Maybe one midnight the calendar will turn to September 11, and I won’t feel sickening grief in the pit of my… 

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Why I’m Saying “Yes” to the Small

SmallYes_WFMW

Go big or go home. That’s seems to have been my life motto, somehow either born within me or bred throughout my years. I’m a competitor. Valedictorian. Type-A-Organizer. Achiever. Hard worker. (I don’t say this proudly, for you see, these attributes have also been my weakness). So many times we think that God only has… 

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Maybe Following God is Alot Like Kindergarten

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  My son was crying, and I was barely holding back tears. Sometimes being a little kid is hard. Sometimes being a mommy is harder. My day had been filled with more questions that answers. Work stress and decisions — good? bad? who knows? — combined with juggling life responsibilities had me waving the white… 

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It Feels So Good to Sit Down and Be Able to Type This Post to You… {on quitting, the internet, my blog make-under, and finally figuring out my blog purpose}

EnjoyTheJourney

1997 “Well, what should we do now?” My then-boyfriend, now-husband, and I looked at one another after our movie was over. We had ridden to the movie theater with his roommate, who was watching The Titanic, and had at least another hour before his movie was over. It was the 90’s — before texting, of… 

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Shadows, Stress, Survival… and other ramblings

For some reason, I keep thinking about the shadows. Those hot summer nights were many years ago, in a time of lightening bugs captured in glass jars, open windows, no air conditioning, and sleepovers with friends. One of our favorite games was making shadows with our hands and letting the light from my little white… 

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The Cancer I Walked Away From…

At first, I called it curiosity. After all, I had always secretly wanted to be a private investigator after reading one too many mystery novels. Looking up certain people on Facebook, I even reasoned to myself, was done out of my concern for them. However, this curiosity soon made a dangerous turn down a path leading to the… 

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