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my boy turns eight.
Today we are celebrating Bergen Hawkeye Norton. A boy whose life has changed ours. A boy who has introduced our entire family to bird watching and helped encourage us to continue our good food journey. A passionate little man whose feelings are more sensitive than his knees. A fellow with a tendency to follow. A cuddler and a grinner. I…
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when I need to remember
Sometimes I re-read my all own stuff. Because I forget. I forget and then I forget some more. I’m riduclous like that. I forget that I’ve struggled through the same problems. That I didn’t die. I forget that God was sufficient. That the worst case scenario didn’t happen. That I’m still here. Or that the worst case scenario did happen.…
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in pictures …
I think everyone in our home is finally feeling better. (Mostly. Thank goodness. It’s been rough.) Friday we headed out on our first group hike of the season. Moore’s Cove Falls in the Pisgah National Forest. London and Mosely stayed behind – they were better but not well enough to hike. It was an easy trail, a beautiful day, a…
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My Pinterest Test Kitchen. Cook This: Quinoa Cakes
We have been making this recipe since I first stumbled (was pulled along) into the world of Pinterest. In fact, I figured I had written a post about it, but my extensive (read: two and a half minute) search of my blog reveals that I have not. Quinoa Cakes. Growing up I only knew a couple of side dishes –…
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Dear Wendell Berry. I hope you read this.
Dear Wendell Berry, If my eyes are blood-shot tomorrow morning and I’m unable to stay awake during breakfast with my six children, it is your fault. If I sell all I possess in order to purchase back the farm on which I grow up, I hold you responsible. I don’t like to make extreme statements, but I have just finished…
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Go Ahead and Instagram Your “Perfect” Life
There’s a very popular article making its way around the Internet lately. It’s called Stop Instagramming Your Perfect Life. Of course, if you’re my dad – you don’t even know what Instagram is so that article (and probably this post) are completely irrelevant. And that’s okay. Maybe they should both be irrelevant anyway. I think the writer made some valid…
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last weekend I was sick. and I thought about this.
When I’m really sick I think about my momma. When I’m really happy I think about her too. Isn’t that sort of funny? Who doesn’t think about their momma during the highs and the lows of every day existence? People whose mommas live down the street. Human nature is a curious state. Rich people don’t usually spend their days thinking…
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After: 5 Minute Friday
I’ve been reading this blog by Lisa-Jo for a handful of years. And for at least the past year every Friday she has offered an invitation to write a five minute blog post from a specific prompt. I’ve never participated before. I don’t know why. Or why not. But I feel like joining this week. The prompt is “after” and…
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questions and answers.
Some of my favorite posts in the past have been the interviews with my children. It is possible that the interviews are primarily adorable to me and me alone. And I’m okay with that. I like hearing their answers to my questions and listening as they really ponder how they feel and what they think about anything I ask. And…
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Keigley CAMPaign: Central, South Carolina
If you stay at one campsite long enough without day hikes planned and you aren’t propped up beside a stream or a lake and all you have is earth and sun and grass and one another and time, sweet time, something lovely happens. You get silly. You get relaxed. You play games and you make up somethings out of nothings.…
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I Can’t Believe I Had To Say This
“Son, I don’t actually mind if you pee in the yard. But – please – don’t pee on the house.”
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40. a list. call me copycat.
This summer I will be forced to say farewell to my thirties. It’s been a mixed bag really. That decade. But I don’t feel nostalgic or reminiscent tonight. (We all know I’ll feel that way in spades later. I’ll wait til then to write that junk. I need all the light hearted I can get for now.) Anywho. Forty is…
