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and everyone
We all know that everyone dies. It’s a fact of life. The fact. It’s what makes us all human. Mortal. Real. That doesn’t make its sting any less painful. Any less jarring. It doesn’t stop you from...
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likeness
Aside from a few common physical characteristics that we share, I often find my daughter’s similarities to me to be among her most difficult traits. As much as I am proud of her for so willfully being...
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eight
Eight years ago my life changed in the most amazing way. I met the most remarkable person. Someone who will be tied to my heart, my life, my existence for all time. It was eight years ago today that...
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little sleeps
Every night has the same routine. That doesn’t mean that every night is the same. They all have their own special set of circumstances. A different set of challenges. Conversations. A new story to...
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mothered
Two days before I left on my trip to Austin my mother flew in from the Midwest. She came for two reasons, both greatly appreciated. My trip was very close to my daughters birthday, for which my mom...
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a tale of two kitties…
While one cat curls up sound asleep at the foot of my daughter’s bed enjoying the warmth of the heater and the quiet sound of her breath the other is running the length of the house and back in the...
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the invites…
Yesterday my mother showed up at my door with 13 handcrafted birthday invitations in one hand and 1.75 liters of vodka in the other. The two are mostly unrelated. The invites are made from paper and...
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about thirteen…
There’s something about the number 13, isn’t there? It comes with a warning. It announces itself. It’s a prime number. There were 13 colonies in the US. Friday the 13th, that’s a thing. And a movie...
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at fourteen…
At 2:30 on Friday morning I crept into my daughter’s room, turned on the decorative “K” light sitting on her dresser, and whispered as quietly as I could. “moooooooo” There was no response. I raised my...
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