Confession: I kissed a frog once, for five dollars.* I thought it easy money, and I do still. If I had a lineup of frogs right here, right now—I’d kiss them all. One hundred bucks? That’s only twenty frogs. *Sadly, he did not turn into a prince. He turned into a frog.
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said Let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day. –Patrick Kavanagh
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Fair tresses man’s imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair. —Alexander Pope But surely you see my Lady Out in the garden there Rivaling the glittering sunshine With a glory of golden hair. –Arthur Somervell Her eyes are big moonlit pools of darkness, and silken curls fall over her shoulders. One
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I spent time this holiday season with my beautiful sisters-in-law—one of my favorite things to do. We ate, we talked, we played games, we brewed iced coffee, we washed dishes. As I scrubbed cereal bowls on Sunday morning, I saw hanging above Renita’s kitchen sink an index card with a Bible verse that immediately captivated
On December 2, they delivered it to our house: the paper that makes it official. For a period of one year, Ryan and Shari Zook have been approved as foster parents. I can hardly believe it. Two months of scurrying activity—training, paperwork, fingerprints, paperwork, background checks, paperwork, home inspections, paperwork—fire extinguishers mounted, smoke alarms functional,
The holiday season is successfully over and I just sent my boys out the door for their first day of school in twenty-fourteen. Successfully over, I say, because by dint of careful rationing the buckeyes lasted two weeks and the party mix a whole month. And nobody got hit with a bat in any vital
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Dear Jesus, I can hardly believe it, but two thousand years later it’s easy to think that the stable was a romantic place for a birth. Cozy light, cooing doves, an immaculate virgin, a smiling baby. The stable was an awful place for a birth, cold and dark, filled with pooping cows and flatulating donkeys
Confession: I’m back in my box again. I’m sorry; it’s a brain freeze I get sometimes when my blog becomes a place for me to try to win the approval of an audience instead of a place of creative joy–a mutually dissatisfying situation. Time for another blogging vacation. Don’t miss me too much. (and furthermore:) Plus
Confession: I am not much of a Black Friday shopper. My purchases of the day totaled one large plastic sled, two gas candle lighters, one sympathy card, and one bottle of dish soap. My friend bought a couch. She is a sweet old lady, this friend, and I am starting to forget that the first time
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Confession: I think I must be the least-deserving most-blessed girl in the world. I spent the day by a fire with an absolute feast and awesome people. Happy Thanksgiving, friends.