Those of you who know me well know that, with me, things are very rarely all this, or all that. If you …
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WRITING IT DOWN
Somewhere back toward the beginning of this blogging journey, I typed up a post about the specific kind of journal …
CLEANING HOUSE
When you’ve had a week filled with vivid reminders about just how much of life you have absolutely no control over it …
BY THE DOZENS
If I began to tell you all the things that the number twelve means to me, and all the crazy, …
UNFINISHED
The painting that currently hangs in our living room, above the mail and the keys, is an unfinished watercolor that …
MERCY
Wow, what a week. On Monday, I was overwhelmed by the personal stories of the world crashing in on so many fellow Americans—along with the wind and waves and fire and Hurricane Sandy. Americans who, days earlier, had been walking through their everyday ordinary, plain-jane lives, never suspecting the great losses that were just around the corner. Because we never do.
FALLING
It was not an ordinary day.
But I’m thinking it’s probably all pretty normal for a season of transition. And I happen to know that shaky places like this can lead to stronger ones. Seriously, like boot camp.
