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Crazy-Amazing

Some days you want to forget, you hear me? And then there are days like yesterday. I never want to forget yesterday. Because Amazing, is why. So I got called down to the principal’s office, which is usually a good thing, but somehow it still has the power to make me a little nervous. (Full
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Family Christmas Letter, The 2014 Version

Hello, Dear Family and Friends! We have an update on our tiny, happy world: Jana (19) shows university no mercy. She’s super successful in all her BYU studies, and after earning top marks in her first-year classes was asked to work this year as a TA in the economics department. She’s learning plenty of life
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Blink, blink

So summer happened, as I imagine it did for you. It was lovely and not particularly long. Ireland in June. Everyone should try it. Take someone with you who is a confident driver. That was kind of important. Husband was a total pro. Fear not if you picture eating in Ireland to be a long
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Fragile Humans

Yesterday, at a memorial service for a man I love, I had a new/remembered realization about the fragility of human life. Not just the fragile part at the beginning when life is new and babies are breakable or at the other end when, well, life ends and stuff, but the truly fragile middle part. The
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My Boy

The sunlight slides down-and-across the wall. Partly reclined, I sit propped against four pillows (one too hard, one too soft, one flat as paper, and one Just Right) writing notes on Whitman and Miss Emily Dickinson. He comes in, grinning and waving, and crawls in beside me, bed-warm toes against my leg, reading the words
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Memorials

This morning Kids 3 and 4 sang at a Memorial Day program in our town. Kid 3 had a solo, and despite her pretty nasty cold, she rocked it. The program was lovely, with Service Veteran speakers and good music. You know when they play the “theme songs” of each military branch and the veterans
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Of Hairballs and Grass Clippings

Sometimes the messes give me fits, the sticky notes folded up on themselves and tossed on a counter, the dried out half-leaf that stuck to someone’s shoe and now resides in the corner of the mudroom, the cup no one will claim that may live forever on the stage in the basement. When I walk
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Prospering

April wanes and life carries on. We watch The Incredibles on Sunday evening, eating Italian Popcorn and writing thank-you notes (which none of us are actually good at, but we try now and then). Kid 2 stretches her knee out of its brace, using my long-neglected exercise bands. We feel grateful for the things —
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