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Peeking Through

Tricia Lott Williford March 18, 2012 1 Comment

Dear spring flowers, Look at you, peeking through on this side. And blooming. I think we have much in common.

Guys Morning

Tricia Lott Williford March 18, 2012 No Comments

“Hey, guys? I’m going to a class this morning, so you’re having a Guys Morning with Poppa.” “Will you be [...]

Wish and Hope

Tricia Lott Williford March 17, 2012 No Comments

Wish and hope are somehow related. Cousins. Sisters, maybe. They’re so close to the same. One is longing for what [...]

The Necessity of the Closed Door

Tricia Lott Williford March 16, 2012 8 Comments

Stephen King says your writing space needs only one thing: a door which you are willing to shut. “The closed [...]

The Rest Of Us Are Regulars

Tricia Lott Williford March 14, 2012 3 Comments

Dear kind person at Starbucks, You were gracious to ask if I am okay. You probably wondered why no one [...]

Rock Solid; Gentle Giant.

Tricia Lott Williford March 14, 2012 5 Comments

Tucker is a strong boy. He’s a little rock. To look at him, you woudn’t guess it, necessarily, but to [...]

The By-Product of Right Decisions

Tricia Lott Williford March 13, 2012 5 Comments

“Don’t expect wisdom to come into your life like great chunks of rock on a conveyor belt. It isn’t like [...]

Well, Crap.

Tricia Lott Williford March 13, 2012 11 Comments

I’ve been a little distracted recently. I was tangled in a web of confusion, justifying, clarifying, and pretending, blended with [...]

Benefits in Strangers

Tricia Lott Williford March 12, 2012 8 Comments

I used to talk to strangers all the time. I made friends on airplanes, in restrooms, at stoplights, and in [...]

Tricia Lott Williford March 11, 2012 2 Comments

“You made him happy, Trish. I choose to believe you still do.” – my mom

Readers’ Theater

Tricia Lott Williford March 11, 2012 3 Comments

Tucker performed in the Kindergarten Readers’ Theater: The Biggest, Best Snowman. He was a reindeer. He wore antlers, and he [...]

Sunshine on My Boy

Tricia Lott Williford March 10, 2012 5 Comments

Remembering.

Tricia Lott Williford March 9, 2012 10 Comments

Today, I miss him with my whole heart.

“I just smelled his…”

Tricia Lott Williford March 9, 2012 7 Comments

“I smelled your little boy’s bottom,” Tyler says to another mom at McDonald’s. She looks to me. And my mind [...]

For Just Half An Hour

Tricia Lott Williford March 8, 2012 2 Comments

… Now I didn’t care about anything except the fact that he had died and I had not been ready. [...]

Million Bajillion Kazillion

Tricia Lott Williford March 8, 2012 5 Comments

“Mommy, that song said God is jealous.” “Yes, it did.” “But jealous is kind of mean.” “No, jealous just means, [...]

Science Fair Season

Tricia Lott Williford March 7, 2012 1 Comment

Tri-fold boards line the hallways, filled with illustrations of hypotheses, experiments, and outcomes. It’s Science Fair Season. And I remember [...]

Consummate Craft

Tricia Lott Williford March 6, 2012 5 Comments

I’ve had ten weeks to work on this paper. And I’ve worked on it for most of the ten weeks. [...]

The Grace Confounds Me.

Tricia Lott Williford March 5, 2012 16 Comments

My spirit is light today. How can this be? Only that I am carried on the breaths and prayers of [...]

Then We Can Do Business.

Tricia Lott Williford March 3, 2012 2 Comments

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair – the sense that you can [...]

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Peeking Through

Guys Morning

Wish and Hope

The Necessity of the Closed Door

The Rest Of Us Are Regulars

Rock Solid; Gentle Giant.

The By-Product of Right Decisions

Well, Crap.

Benefits in Strangers

Readers’ Theater

Sunshine on My Boy

Remembering.

“I just smelled his…”

For Just Half An Hour

Million Bajillion Kazillion

Science Fair Season

Consummate Craft

The Grace Confounds Me.

Then We Can Do Business.

You Are Safe Now

This Book Is for You

Just. You. Wait.

You Can Do This

Let's Pretend We're Normal

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