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Beneficiary of a Dream

Beneficiary of a Dream

I don’t remember Mom talking much about dreams. What I do remember was how she lived life oblivious to boundaries. She created something from nothing all the time. My dad tells stories of coming home from work to find her painting rocks with me and my little sister....
Five Minute Friday: Finish

Five Minute Friday: Finish

It’s where bloggers write for 5 minutes flat . . no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. Click on the button above to read more thoughts on finish. I thought I was finished. When three kids said “I do” in the space of just seven months, I...
Five Minute Friday: Hands

Five Minute Friday: Hands

It’s where bloggers write for 5 minutes flat . . no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. Click on the button above to read more thoughts on hands. “Look, Mom! Look how she’s holding onto my hand!” Sam exclaims as his 2 month...
When Watching Cartoons is Worship

When Watching Cartoons is Worship

My coffee was hot, and the house was still quiet. The sunroom and my books were beckoning for a few minutes of silence in the middle of what has been a slew of really busy days. Then I heard the shuffling, and Sam came around the corner on his sprained ankle. He was...
My Girl

My Girl

She moves like a dancer.  In a coffee shop. From the oven where she starts the scones.  To the coffee machine.  I hear the shoosh of beans loading in. The music is turned up loud. Yesterday, she explained to me how syncopated rhythms release endorphins....