Thankful Hopeful

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Living in Texas where sunsets look like this from the back deck Rocking side by side with Brooksie on the front porch swing at my parent’s house, my arm around him, my left hand holding his left, our right hands in his blankey The sweet hope of hearing morning songbirds in March. Spring is coming! [Read More...]

{Practices of Parenting Carnival} In Which I Believe in Family Dance Parties

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My family had one living area in our three bedroom ranch house. It had a shiny brick bench in front of the fireplace. It was a perfect place for a stage and served as one pretty faithfully for this girl obsessed with her own performance skills. Most of my best moves were done while I [Read More...]

New Year Thankful

Boys in Red

For these boys in red on Christmas night. Christmas with them is always Christmas at home. Finally living in a place where people eat their black-eyed-peas for good luck on New Year’s. (It’s almost impossible to find black-eyed peas in Philadelphia or San Francisco and it just feels wrong to go without those little gray [Read More...]

After the trip: Thankful

There’s no one with whom I would rather spend 20 hours in the car (Wednesday and Sunday combined, mind you) than my husband. Isn’t it amazing that I still like him so much, especially when the back seat is full of weeping children? A sister-in-law who is willing to cut my boy’s hair for me. [Read More...]

Transition and Cushion

One Monday night a month, I gather all my energy to corral the chaos of my house by 6 so that I can make it to my writer’s group by 6:30. I strive to have dinner at least in process, have some sort of food in my bag, milk pumped and in the fridge, children [Read More...]

Katniss, Katy Perry and my cat: a Thankful Tuesday list

Post-church Hohorst-famous pancakes with friends. Realizing on the way home from Writer’s Group last night that I was alone in the car and I should definitely roll the window down, turn the radio up as loud as I could stand, and sing along to Cobra Starship (“You Make Me Feel…“). A tired 3- year-old in [Read More...]


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