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Motherhood, Reflections, Uncategorized

When a son gets married.

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I haven't written in awhile. A long while. I keep paying for this humble, immature site ~ my pen bone dry. It's complicated when your children get older. Their stories are not your stories to tell, and the lines between what to write and what to save as sacred get tangled. It can be hard… Continue reading When a son gets married.

Motherhood, Reflections

The Trio.

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{OR: the cutting work of motherhood.} Tonight we decorated the tree with all five kids. Sometimes in life we don't know we are experiencing a "last time." And what a blessing that can be. There is a heaviness that comes in realizing a door is being eternally locked shut, and I think knowing all of… Continue reading The Trio.