On This Season of Sacrifice

On This Season of Sacrifice

My days are patchworked together much like the quilts we use for summer picnics. A moment for writing here, a minute for cleaning up there, a big chunk for work pops up, a few minutes of quiet before someone wakes. This season of raising small children? This season,...

on writing

I sit, a warm-ish latte in front of me. Rain is sleeting down and a patio umbrella just blew past the window. Daddy has both babies on an errand, giving mommy uninterrupted time to write. First I check email, follow up here, reply there. Oops, this is work –...

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