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the reason I cannot blog of late….
Here’s what we have not had for the last five days: Working internet access. A million dollars. Here’s what we have had for the last five days: Good school days. Cold cold weather. A healthy family. Good food to eat. (Including a from scratch chocolate layer cake with peanut butter frosting on the inside and ganache on the outside crafted…
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good words …
Sometimes on Wednesday mornings I have only just enough time to sit down here and share someone else’s words with you. That’s today. ______ ” …… You know, some things don’t matter that much. Like the color of of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart – now,…
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Timeline: A Game Review
It was definitely good salesmanship that convinced me to purchase the Timeline game. We were shopping before Christmas in our favorite toy store – Dancing Bear Toy Store – in our favorite North Carolina town – Hendersonville. I had already chosen this year’s family game – Bananagrams. I had secretly handed the helpful employee the game without the kids seeing…
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A Monday Ramble
I’m so glad we haven’t had rain for almost a week. Rain makes me so weary. Piper Finnian has attended her first official rehearsal for her upcoming role as Daughter of Ivy in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. (If you don’t recognize the name of Daughter of Ivy in the famous C.S. Lewis books, don’t feel badly about…
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Five Minute Friday: Encouragement
I’ve been enjoying the assignment-ness of Five Minute Fridays. It’s like a tiny taste of school for this grown up who actually enjoyed high school. A one word topic is given by fellow writer Lisa-Jo Baker and the challenge is to write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. And the other flip of the coin…
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The Beautiful Burden of Fatherhood
This is a picture of the weighty privilege of the calling of Fatherhood: Otto Fox Wilder. Four years old. He hears Kevin open the front door. Otto slaps his boots on his size 12 feet and leaps out the front door, literally jumping directly into Kevin’s footsteps. He reaches for his dad’s hand, grins a wild straight-toothed smile and says,…
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The Game of Keigley
I’m certain the idea came from an issue of Family Fun magazine almost ten tears ago. Recently, the kids unearthed a hefty stack of fluorescent index cards wrapped in a rubber band. The Game of Keigley. Taking an idea from the magazine, I had created a game custom-designed for our family about our family. The goal of the game was…
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Family Night
I put a Family Night on our calendar for a recent Sunday. I made a plan. It’s what I do. And here comes Sunday. Late morning breakfast. Steaming oatmeal, coffee for some. Laughter. A few rounds of Bananagrams. Timeline. No one seems to leave the table. The sun rises higher in the sky. We’re wearing pajamas or yesterday’s clothes. The…
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Five Minute Friday: See
When I am reminded that it is Friday, I like to join fellow blogger (and real-life friend of my cousin) in her weekly Five Minute Friday posts. You are assigned a topic and the challenge of writing an impromptu post for only five minutes. –———— See. See? I don’t, in fact. I don’t see the point. The reason. The why behind…
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say what you think, son.
Dinner table. He’s down to the last few bites of salad left in his bowl. Bergen turns to me. “Momma, do I have to eat the last two leaves in my bowl?” he asks, pointing to the arugula. “No,” I tell him. “You’ve eaten all the rest. You can be finished.” He smiles. “Good. To me this tastes like melted…
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Water. My old friend.
Do you know what I take for granted? Running water. Toilets that can flush. Do you know how I know that I take these every day conveniences for granted? Because when my alarm clock beeped this morning and I said good morning to my husband he responded with – “The pipes are frozen. We don’t have any water.” (Yes. We…
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pause.
We’re sitting on the kitchen floor. Me. Boy. Puppy. First one crawls into my lap. Then the other. And I know whatever plans I had have just vanished. The boy. White hair grown longer than his collar and every time we’re together my dad reminds me that I should have his hair cut. He’s clinging to his cruddy yellow blanket…
