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Weary
I lay on my son’s bed, his little head on his pillow, his little hand clasping my bicep. His fresh from a bath scent filled the air. A more peaceful and idyllic scene you’d be hard pressed to imagine. Except … I was weary. Not sleepy. Weary. I lay there, berating myself for wanting to… [ read more ]
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Messed up, Broken, Crazy, Family
I love this time year. LOVE.IT. As a kid, it was all about the presents. OK. It still is, a little. But as an adult, I’ve come to appreciate the weeks leading up to Christmas. The time that is commonly referred to as Advent. Last year, I made Jesse Tree ornaments and placed them on a… [ read more ]