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Times Four.
In the middle of all our annual July Fourth who-ha, our family had the absolute honor to be present for the wedding of our beloved friends – “Nake” and Laura. It was a ceremony as simple and precious and redemptive and hopeful as I have ever attended. And as I sat in the blazing July sun, grateful that I chose to wear…
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Not over yet.
Day two sans internet. The guy from the place is supposed to arrive between 8 a.m. And 1 p.m. And we all know how that goes. Tonight Kevin and I have a date planned. The first one all summer I think. I don’t even care if we just sit in the parked car in a parking lot. Seriously. It seems…
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Forced Hiatus
Last night there was a storm. There was a loud snap. The lights went out. The kids screamed in their beds. Eventually they were comforted, eventually the power was restored. But the Internet was not. And that’s okay. Greetings from the iPhone. (Not my preferred typing method.) No photos. No insights. No italics or bold. (I haven’t figured those out…
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love. (for a concert and a band.)
I’m over here …
weekend ramble (fly tying edition)
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tradition
tradition: a long-established custom that has been passed on. Yes. Perfect. I love tradition. I love events and details and activities that you do year after year, holiday after holiday, season after season. And I love July Fourth. Love it. Love the mad rush that leads up to the day. Love the kids helping decorate the porch so it looks…
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Resurfacing.
Last week we were in Virginia. The Mother Land. My state of birth. The birth state of four of our six children. And she was beautiful. I know I will be dissecting last week for many posts and tossing out photos like candy on Halloween. Or like sparklers on July Fourth. It was wonderful to see the gang all lined…
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Camp Fourth
When you have ten kids in one farm house, you need a plan. Actually, forget the plan – you already have a camp. So you might as well embrace what you have going on. Which is what we are currently doing right now. “We” being Sally, Sarah, Emma and myself. Yes. You counted correctly (if you were counting). Ten kids.…
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Road Rules
It seems the Keigley family’s wheels have been trucking along a highway or two (or twelve) the past few weeks. And we’re learning a few truths. (Seems the road always has a lesson or two for us.) Lessons like this . . . . 1. Knock Knock jokes have a rather limited appeal. 2. Our front left tire is slowly losing air…
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The New Game
This fall The School of Keigley has a transfer student arriving. And her name is Riley. She’s spent the last two years attending a local private school and is now heading home for her junior year. Which means, I have to do something I have never done before. Instruct a high school student. Actually, that’s not the truth. I spent…
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What King Solomon Sees: Take 3
I have actually been using my legitimate camera lately so King Solomon has not been seeing quite as much. But he has seen a few noteworthy items I would love to share with you. Like this. Hey guys, it’s a map. A bona fide, non GPS, locating device. It’s for real. And you can buy one in a store near…
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An Open Letter to Keen
Dear Makers of the Shoe We Affectionately Call Keen, (Oh, wait – everyone calls these shoes Keen. My bad.) I have long loved your shoes. Their durability. Their versatility. Their wearability. (Did I just make up that word?) The first summer that we discovered these walking wonders we purchased a pair for my husband, a pair for me and a…
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copycat
My kids think that being a copycat is just about the worst crime you can commit. It’s a battle cry against injustice that I hear all day long. “Mosely copied my art project.” “Bergen’s Lego man looks just like mine. He’s copying.” “Piper – you can’t eat the same sandwich I am eating. You’re a copycat.” But I am pretty…
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forty-two hours. full and worthwhile.
Last weekend. 42 hours. 14.5 of them spent in the confines of the Suburban. One graduation celebration for this sweet nephew. The kids all running around in the post-ten-o-clock dark, glow sticks waving, skin sticky from the Atlantic ocean wind, pine cones tossed in the fire pit and you ask yourself, “Why don’t we do this more often?” And you…
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dunce cap.
I was tidying up the kitchen table after being inspired to do so by reading this blog post by my friend. Listening to The Cure. (Seriously – the iPod was on shuffle and before I knew what was happening I was singing along to “Pictures of You”.) Seriously. That’s true. This whole post is true. (all of my posts are…
