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Cocoon

I can feel it coming. As I read more of a thoughtful book about this  messy business of living, I wanted to crawl on to my floor and curl into a ball. I tried, but the crawling into a ball became … Continue reading

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Context

  I’ve played host to a circus procession of unruly thoughts since yesterday afternoon. After a good, but not always comfortable day working outside with a friend – can you say “Apocalyptical Lightning” – I felt undone. A pall descended as … Continue reading

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Got a minute?

Got a minute? If I read my newspapers accurately and listen to the stories of the people who have stepped into my life, I’d guess that you are either sitting near someone who is carrying a helluva load, or that person is … Continue reading

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Whistling in the dark

Job hunting is – at its best – a voyage of discovery. At its worst, it is terrifying and overwhelming. I’ve been fortunate to have family and friends (framily) who cheer me on and take me seriously when I ask for … Continue reading

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Ich habe genug.

  The kids converged this week. It was chaos and sweetness and refining and refreshing. As is our custom, we trolled our favorite spots in town: the Mayes’ ranch, Dusty Bookshelf, Acme, coffee shops, and Rockstar & Rogers (twice). I was … Continue reading

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A question for you

Can you help me with something? It’s a question needing answered. A small question, that’s a big deal. Why do you believe? I ask this with the heart of a fellow sojourner who mourns the loss of a life of … Continue reading

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Resistance is futile

  This morning, I woke with a fresh crop of spider bites, the first mosquito nibbles of the year, and a steaming load of chagrin.  In the dark and jumpiness of a spider-welted early morning, resignation preyed upon my joy – … Continue reading

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