Sometimes in our little community we could lose where one of us ended and the other began. We, in some ways, just melted into each other.
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Sometimes in our little community we could lose where one of us ended and the other began. We, in some ways, just melted into each other.
Read MoreToday, my body feels older than my thirty-some years, I scroll Instagram and see young mothers who seem to have all the energy.
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Read MoreThe line in the post office was long. I had two kids in tow and we were quickly approaching naptime, but I had a package I needed to get out so I hoped for the best and stayed the course. The line slowly shuffled forward. My son said words like “boring” and “forever” and asked…
Read MoreWe rush into swim lessons. Baby girl in on my hip. She is perfectly capable of walking but for the sake of expediency I whisk her into my arms. My little boy holds her foot, tugging me in a downward backward motion. I just want to get out of the hot sun. “Stop pulling me…
Read MoreLast week a 6-year-old Alabama boy is murdered in the backseat of his Mother’s stolen car. Yesterday a home-made bomb maims and kills over twenty people. From the cozy interior of my Utah home life hasn’t changed. But it has. It does. The weight of life’s seemingly endless cruelty and senselessness can be together all…
Read MoreAs a transplant to Utah I’m still very much in the season of making new friends and getting to know people. We don’t know each other’s back story. We don’t know each other’s struggles and triumphs. It’s all new. The other day I was at the gym with one of my new friendsโbecause really they’re…
Read MoreRows upon rows of sunflowers, my Papaโs favorite. It seemed no matter which direction we turned we were welcomed with more sunflowers. We no longer needed to look at our watches to keep time, the sunflowers did it for us.
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