In which I am a biblical woman

This morning, I made banana bread. We’re having a slow morning breakfast of hot cream-of-wheat with a platter of fruit. I made a pot of french press and I spent time reading my Bible and meditating, praying and waiting on…

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In which love looks like [bedtime rituals]

I’m tiptoeing and watching tonight. Because he’s on the couch, with those two blue-eyed tinies that look like him but kind of look like me, too. When we were making out in the baseball stadiums of Tulsa, we’d joke and…

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