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Perspective
Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…
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Perpetual motion machine
Small children are perpetual motion machines Driven by the energy they suck out of their parents Their rambunctiousness Inversely proportionate To the state of their parent’s patience Fueled by mischief and sugar They run rampage in a constant stream of noise Sprinkling toys and destruction In their wake Small and mighty They rule the roost…
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Pink eye and cute germ factories
This winter has been brutal. Once again, I’ve decided my day off could best be spent with a virus. I’m not sure which one it is this time, they all look the same in the way they attack. Runny nose, sneeze, sore throat, and general malaise. But the super-special part of this was waking up…
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Family Sunday
I spent today working on the idea of being present. I hear a lot about it lately, “being present” The idea that you need to really experience your life. On the surface, this sounds remarkably dumb. Like, you’re immersed in your life, how the heck can you be present more than just being there? But…
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Endless love
I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…
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St Valentine’s Day
St Valentine’s Day. If there’s any day of the year to be suspicious, this literally should be the day. With the exception of days like Friday the 13th or April fools, maybe even the Ides of March, no other day of the year carries such a heavy burden. The burden of love and romance. This…
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Heavy
My stomach feels as though it’s lined with a weight. Loaded up with rocks and set adrift in the ocean. I could lecture myself all day about the need to breathe and stay positive, but today just isn’t one of those days. Something in the air, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the number 13. I’ve always…