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Category Archives: Mom Twenty-two years ago today, my mom passed away. You can read the whole story HERE. (Okay, so that’s not the whole story. But it’s the story of that day, for me.) So today I’ll tell you some reasons I’ve been grateful for my mom. She was bright. Smart, yes, but also Lit Up. She shone,... I love the idea of gardening. My dad is a champion gardener, and I have decades-worth of weeding memories, eating the warm-tomato memories, corn-shucking-on-the-run memories, overwhelming zucchini harvest memories, and random other garden memories, including the time that snake slithered right over that foot. (It wasn’t my foot. But I remember the skin-crawl as though... Hey, friends. Welcome to Spring Break. We are doing all of the following to celebrate a whole week away from school: Sleeping until seven every morning. (Except I didn’t quite make it.) Yep. That’s it. Big dreams, that’s what we’re made of around here. Want to hear about my Big Date with Husband on Saturday?...  Wow. You probably weren’t planning to see THAT this morning. But here it is – a page out of my long-repressed history. I have an uncle – a really wonderful one – who is an historian. (He’d have me put the “an” in there, I bet. So I did.) He is a pro family history... When Moses was shepherding his father-in-law’s flocks, he saw a bush on fire, flaming but not being consumed. He found that a little strange. He said to himself, I’m going to take a minute and check this out. Because here’s something you don’t see every day. I wonder why the bush isn’t burnt? Because he... Does it feel like Thursday was a long time ago to anyone else? Yikes. And I’ve been Momming and Playing so much that I haven’t written a thing. Not a blog post, barely an email. Certainly no revisions. So all my big plans of submitting? They’ve gone the way of the… well, whatever. Gone, anyway.... I made my mom’s carrot casserole for dinner last night. I came close to crying. It’s seldom that missing my mom feels so direct. And it almost always surprises me. Like when my youngest (step)brother took pictures of his precious family at my mom’s gravestone in Indiana. This sweet brother and his wife, neither of... |
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