Morning dew
I stand amazed in the presence of Jesus the Nazarene.
In the fall
A golden flurry of walnut leaves fills my backyard—they are always the first to go. Mornings are nippy; coffee tastes good. Tomato sauce boils over on my stove. I am sick of canning. A few dried beans today and then I am done for the year, and I say Good Riddance, though I’m happy with
Gifts
Confession: I was up so late last night, three hundred and forty-two miles from home, that my brain is buzzing and my husband said to me “Are our phones goofing up? You sent me a text that apparently came in at x:xx. Were you really texting at that hour?” And I said “Yes.” In the strictest sense
Happy September!
This is for my husband, who has won the game too many months in a row. I have to resort to rather underhanded methods, and I think also that I have the Spirit. Happy September to all the rest of you as well! May this be the month in which you finally gain dominance over
Picnic
The picnic date was everything I hoped for and then some. We drank sparkling grape juice out of goblets and ate garden freshness and hummus and drank a toast to joy. In the end, there is nothing quite like taking timed selfies with your husband of eleven years in a green and quiet graveyard. Jesus,
Popcorn
Popcorn [pop’ corn] Noun a. A delicious snack made from superheating the dried kernels of corn. b. A brief and random collection of thoughts and experiences. A smattering. Last night I thought that with popcorn, coffee, and The Fellowship of the Ring, my world was as complete as it could ever be. Except I drank
Ten tips for busy moms
Confession: I forgot what it was like to be a really busy mommy. I had four kids this week instead of three—the fourth a precious boy we got to parent for a week and a half. I’m probably not allowed to say more than that, and I can’t post any pictures of him here even
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High heeled shoe cupcakes
My little girl just turned four years old. This sends cold shivers through me. I wonder if it’s the beginning of the end, and if we will ever again be as close as we are now, and what I should be teaching her about femininity that I haven’t learned yet myself. So because I do
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A brief emotive lexicon
Bewildered: (adj.) The feeling I get when listening to this conversation. “Hey Kelly, can you see my head?” “No.” “Can you see my finguhs?” “No.” “Can you see my feet?” “No. Now let me ask you some questions. Can you see my arms?” “No.” “Can you see my face?” “No.” “Can you see my toes?”
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The hair of his chin
Dear Fire Hall, You take my husband’s time, and I can share that with you. You capture my husband’s interest, and I can share that too. You divide my husband’s energy, priorities, finances, and obligations, and all this I am willing to share. But now (so that his air mask fits during this month of
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