In which there is joy in enough (again)

He’s on my side of the bed and I’m on his,my ratty old t-shirt bearing the legend ORU Freshman Councilis a castoff from my politically-minded sister more than 10 years ago(because I was not the one in student government, oh,…

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In which we believe in make-believe

I mourn Fairyland.  I mourn for the ones that will never know the magic of playing mermaids by an old lake shore, drawing out elaborate sagas of the life aquatic on the rocky beach, slipping in and out of water,…

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In which we have the night

My attention is not fully on our Evelynn Joan during the day. I admit it. I have a nearly-five-year-old girl and a prone-to-disaster-nearly-three-year-old boy. And they are in a high need time of their lives – they need help with…

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