I believe in Christmas
It couldn’t have been louder than a whisper – the sound of a ringing bell on that cold December night. My head reeled back from the pillow. Staring at the […]
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Ode to 23
You can plot. Plan and practice and put every goal you have on a precise timeline. But it doesn’t matter, does it. Because road maps are merely lines of projected […]
My someday Thanksgiving
This is a different kind of thankfulness. The kind that looks at blessings past and present, grabs hold of heartstrings and translates the emotional gobeldy gook into a promise for the […]
Baking life
Cookie comforts. There he was, standing at the gate with a purple lunch pail, wearing that wide smile and calling my name with that big, booming voice I so clearly […]
Happy Birthday, Dad
This post was written for the Friday Night Dinner blog. Eating together is an art I learned at an early age. And if you spend any time around me, you […]
21st Century Sabbath
You work hard, you play hard. You’re tough. An all-nighter? Bring it on. Who can afford to rest when you’re you? You’re busy. You have places to go, errands to […]
Your dance
Life is too short to not eat dessert to stand on the edge of the dance floor to hold back hugs to make half-hearted promises to not toast to friendship […]
Neighbors: Refusing Fences
Robert Frost once wrote “good fences make good neighbors.” That line gets me every single time. Gets me so riled up that when I see a fence, I cringe. Thanks, […]
Strong Girl: Annie
Meet Annie. Annie Pettycrew. It started when I was 4 and ended when I was 22. That’s 19 years, friends; approximately 30,400 hours that I spent in classrooms. No, those […]
Strong Girl: Hope
Meet Hope. Hope Fredregill. If I haven’t already told you, crying is a verb I’ve been reluctant to exercise in front of others. A gut punch to the stomach, tears […]
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