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Monthly Archive for May, 2012

The sight of new underwear still in its plastic was enough to perk my son up off the floor of the mall. “For me?” he asked.  He hugged the boxer briefs to his chest and glowed like I’d bought him a new bike. In seconds the packaging was in a pile, a pair of undies […]

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Foreign Language Skilz

The child who stood wearing two pairs of swim trunks–one on his head–spoke with certainty right in my face. “I know how the Chinese say ‘pretzels,’” he said. He paused long enough to suck in a roomfull of air. And then I heard it, quiet at first, the married sound of ‘p’ and ‘r’ blowing […]

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Hiking to High Hut

It’s the trail head. But I’ll tell ya…by the time our small circus found this sign, we’d already turned the van around twice, doubted the map, read the map upside down and worried that the last pot hole might have left part of the van behind. But here it is.  The sweet trail head sign. […]

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Jesus Calling

It was my sister who texted, “you need a copy of Jesus Calling.” At which time I penciled on my brain ‘Jesus Calling.’  Whatever that meant. The next time we spoke she asked, “did you get it?” And my mind went frantic.  “Get what?” “Jesus Calling,” she said.  She breathed out like I’d let her […]

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Rescued

Sometimes I just need to be rescued. From myself. I need a lifeline to save me from my mind. To save me from the thoughts that swirl like eddies and crinkle my brow. I need a reminder–even though my being resists–to be thankful.  To utter out loud my tiniest thanks for the tiniest things. Like […]

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All in a Day’s Work

When my son found me, there was no sound with his tears.  Just the build up of sound. Until the words finally came in squeaks. “I…I didn’t mean to,” he said.  “And it didn’t hurt at all…” He paused to sob.  And I cradled my boy. “But I swallowed one of those balls.” I held […]

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I hadn’t even realized I’d been gotten, until eight feet from the back of the van, oomphing  a cart across crumbling concrete, I saw them. Plain as day. Threaded on the window wiper on the back of the van. My nephew’s blue briefs. At which time I cried. Mortified tears. Twenty minutes earlier the a […]

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Unplugged

Ten years ago, before American Idol ever aired, we gave up TV. We knew ourselves. We knew that if we didn’t get rid of cable, we’d watch the thing.  Or if we didn’t watch the thing, we’d be upset that we were paying for something we weren’t using. Lame. So we gave up our two […]

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Standing in the Gap

There are four hours and three mountain passes between us. Which might as well be four time zones and three continents. Because when she needs me, it seems I’m here.  Not there. Here. And helpless. Here. And tied to things that…that hardly matter. Here. And praying. If she texted, “Come,” I would drop it all. […]

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Hugo Peak Trail

We were still rummaging in the parking lot for the right stuff to cram in the back pack–sunblock, a bunch of water, snacks for the starving, and emergency TP disguised as paper towels–when we looked at our son. Who stood there in flip flops.  At the trail head.  Because he brought no other shoes. None. […]

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