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Monthly Archive for April, 2013

I Feel Pretty

I can tell it makes her feel pretty. The purple dress. The purple dress she has worn unabashedly for ten occasions without a breather–church, school, Easter, school, church… The purple dress she blow dries her hair for and turns sideways in the mirror for, first this way and then that and then another time this […]

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Out of the Box

Twelve Novembers ago, Troy and I spent our first married Thanksgiving with my sister and brother-in-law in Seattle in their mildewy starter-home the size of an egg carton. Just the four of us. We huddled around a card table with floor heaters, dealing hands of Euchre and Spades from dawn to dinner. At 9:30 a.m. […]

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Sometimes…it’s hard to remember life before Facebook. Life before knowing what a mere acquaintance in Oregon is eating for dinner. Or whose kid is reading ahead of mine, whose kid cut his own hair, whose bawled in Santa’s lap, or lost two teeth on the pavement. Life before instant and immediate connection. But sometimes I […]

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Should We?

Sometimes…the question isn’t, how will we rise again or how will we overcome? But rather should we rise? Again. Is it worth it? This rising? This daring to live, this choosing to be alive, to trust…when living and trusting bring pain. They say that pain grows us. Changes us. In some direction. But are we […]

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Different Lenses

My attention was on the elderly gentleman, sunk solidly into the seat of his motorized shopping cart and leaning with his left arm into the refrigerated section for a half-gallon of juice. He didn’t need my help. But I watched anyway. Watched and waited. Watched like I might with my own child cutting an apple […]

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Silk Tie-Dyed Easter Eggs

I hope it wasn’t irreverent to be sifting through ties at the Goodwill on Easter Eve at ten ’til closing. Because there was the lot of us, concerned, suddenly, that we hadn’t done a single Easter craft, holding up into each other’s faces splotchy ties, ties with paisleys, ties with zig-zags. Until we had two […]

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Easing into Saturday

In the four ‘o clock hour, I flung the covers quickly at the sound of my son sobbing. I squished into his bottom bunk and lay facing him, my right arm pressing him to me. “A sad dream,” he cried. “Really sad.” He sobbed, agonized by his own thoughts. And I soothed with whispers; I […]

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The Feeler

He wanted to help in the kitchen. But not just help. Helping wasn’t enough. He wanted to “feel,” he said, “what it was like to cook.” He gripped the counter with passion, his fingers turning purple on top. “It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” Always. And so we did. We turned the kitchen inside out with […]

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When Brown is the Prettiest Color

There’s always a trigger. And two years ago, it was cost. Actually…it wasn’t even cost. It was the realization of cost. The realization that the number on the calculator reflected the cost of my hair appointments in a single year. Which meant my hair was worth insuring. And yet all I’d done with it was […]

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