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The streetlamp outside the bedroom window casts a gentle glow about the room and I look at the way the light recedes; a bright halo, then soft light, then near darkness. I focus on the light, the way it moves into the darkness and is swallowed and I try, too, to move...
I sleepily rise and pour the coffee into my cup. It's an earlier morning than usual. For some odd reason baby girl thought 5:30 was an acceptable wake-up time. It's 7:00 now and she's back to sleep for her morning nap. I have a choice to make ... I could go back to...
Editor's Note: Read part one of this story... how to love the ones who don’t love you I clean the cat box and elbow the 51 inch TV draped in a shroud on the screened in porch. It’s another thing that didn’t fit in the storage unit. There are now two china cabinets...
I brew a cup of Darjeeling, then slather a toasted sourdough English muffin with butter. I spoon on some homemade strawberry freezer jam, enough to drip down my chin when I take a bite. The white wooden porch swing hangs from rusted chains and creak-squeaks as I...
As a kid, I questioned everything from why I had to make my bed to who painted...
We walk through the open door and I can't help but think how much I love this...
Our girl and I cuddle on her bed with the pink sheets and purple patchwork...
Then the Lord said, “There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock....
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