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Continue reading →: Calling it goodLast Sunday morning we were on time to church for probably the first time in a year. Possibly because the day before, I was the third to shower within 25 minutes and consequently, my shower was cold.
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Continue reading →: The great big feather bedI did not set out to be a co-sleeper or many of the things I’ve now become, for that matter. Before having kids I made such bold statements as, “My kids will never sleep in my bed!” And most horrifying in its naiveté, “I will never hand my kids a…
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Continue reading →: Christmas Eve, then and nowAs a pastor’s kid whose mother often had worship duties of her own, I had two choices: spend hour after hour at church, sometimes as an acolyte, or stay home to prepare our traditional Christmas Eve meal, oyster stew. If you have to choose between sitting quietly on a hard…
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Continue reading →: On noticingLately I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of noticing. I heard on a podcast recently that the transition to parenthood is more than simply having a kid, more than paying bills or navigating the endless laundry cycle. Instead, it’s the natural shift from being noticed to being the…
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Continue reading →: Looking for LoveI started writing about love last summer. I sat in the cold basement of the Door County farmhouse owned by Mike’s aunt and uncle, perched with my laptop on a wobbly wooden stool next to a fridge covered in old photos and the year’s calendar. The washing machine hummed along…
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Continue reading →: On organizing—and other more important tasksI’ve been a woman on a mission these last few weeks. When the mood strikes, as it does each November, I can be found in a near constant state of decluttering. While most people prefer a springtime clean out, once the holiday season hits, I go in deep. I attack…
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Continue reading →: A brief-ish storyThis is the story of a girl who was so frugal, ahem, cheap, that she delayed renewing her domain name and lost many, many blog posts. So, we begin again. This is also the story of our family, as it stands today, sometimes wobbly but mostly strong and thriving.
