*This is for those of you who have heard part of the story, and wonder… and for those of you who have walked this path with us. Thank you!* Once upon a time, there was a boy named Regan. He was a very normal boy… (He ate, he slept, he filled his diapers, he sat […]
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Confession: There are certain duties in my life that invariably conjure up a cloud of reluctance at the very thought. I get as far as “I really ought to…” and immediately I am overwhelmed by a weak gray melancholic ambivalence. Oh well, maybe I’ll have to think about that one for a while. I don’t
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Confession: Every Sunday noon I cook the same food for my family—pancakes and eggs. You are horrified. You had no idea that it was possible to serve less than a roast, potatoes, carrots, a green salad, five or six sides, fresh rolls, dessert and coffee for Sunday dinner and remain within the fold. Right? Or
Saturday! Hip, hip, hooray! For the Zooks, this means Dad mows the lawn, Mom makes pizza, and (best of all) two boys get allowance. To reward our sons for their chores during the week—assuming cheerful cooperation—we adopted an idea we found in a book about Meadville, In a Valley Surrounded by Hills. Aarick and Regan
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Confession: I circled ceaselessly through the ins and outs of this question for three weeks. Should I return the clothes? Should I keep them? The question was entangled in so many other things I believe, or doubt. Uncertainty: Am I living the life I ought? Depression: How to go on living, enjoying life, while the
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Confession: I am addicted to words. One fun way to experience them is by reading classic stories for free on the internet. I first found the website classicshorts.com, which I like because its name makes me really laugh (I picture black boxers with chessmen embroidered on them, or something)… and because it is where I
Confession: I like picking my own plate. Do you know what bread days are? You have them, same as me. Days of laundry, days of tidying the house. Days of waking up to a normal breakfast. Days of wondering what to cook for supper. Days of the children playing, quiet projects humming, time to feed
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