Easter

I wore a purple dress and we spent the day outside. The whole family (minus Rickie) stood on the patio, on the back porch, in the field. We stomped through grass to try and get Bella and Liam to be comfortable with one another. Mackenzie wore a chicken onesie and John wore jeans. He got […]

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The Old World and Me

I felt God most here this weekend.In the acidic smell of wet earth and the sound of bubbling water. Rebirth is a messy process that often times is uglier, muckier, taking longer than I believe it should. It’s a lot of mud. It’s a lot of rotting leaves as cover for new plant shoots. It’s a lot of […]

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’tis the season.

First ice cream. John, Bella and I walked up to the snowball stand. Bella had her first frosty paw, licking gently out of the cup and biting the paper unsure of what exactly she was eating. John got raspberry with marshmallow. And I, of course, had vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. A classic, a necessity. A […]

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April showers, bring May flowers

Mackenzie puts the ‘blushing’ in ‘blushing bride’ for many reasons. Her beauty. Her kindness. Her sense of fun. Her ability to turn anything into sexual innuendo. Her Bridal shower was exactly what a shower should be. Small. Full of people who love her. Full of good food and a lot of laughter. Women, strong and […]

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An Ode

My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not […]

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Spring

My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not […]

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Simplify

True to it’s name the day was full of sunshine. Life, and all its complications and aggravations are no match for the nice weather. I feel stressed and overwhelmed but the window is open and the evening coming on slowly. I can watch it approaching, the sun casting it’s last glow on the large building […]

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Post Mortem

I do not know what it is like to be dead. I can only imagine it to be like sleep–but longer. And perhaps better. Maybe even more peaceful. But it seems impossible to imagine that. Sleep and death. Brothers that share the same bedroom. I have seen movies where people die, I have read many books and […]

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