The Same Eight Bars, On Repeat

Tyler is wandering around the house, playing and imagining and building in his mind and with his hands. As children do in their beautiful way of not thinking or hearing themselves, he is singing the same eight bars of a praise song. We raise our white flag. The war is...

No Socks.

When I get overwhelmed, and sometimes I do, especially in December, my house is the first thing to go. No, the mail. The mail is the first thing to go. It’s just a long, cold walk to the mailbox, and so I don’t go. And then there’s the dishes....

The Story of a Birthday

I went to Krispy Kreme to pick up donuts for the birthday breakfast. But Krispy Kreme had a sign on the door that said, “A key component in our machinery has broken, keeping us from making our Delicious Donuts today. We apologize the inconvenience.” I...

“People need spoons.”

I was on the phone with Laurelyn. (You know how I love Laurelyn.) I sat at the top of the stairs in my jammies, since that’s been my talk-on-the-phone spot in every home I’ve lived in since age 11, when I first remember finding any interest in the phone....
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