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June 2020

June 15, 2020

Part 1: Do the Best You Can When my daughter was three, I bought her...

February 13, 2020

“I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life....

February 04, 2020

I am a wisp of a girl, all baby fine hair and plastic barrettes that...

February 23, 2019

I was talking to a friend this morning and we were discussing our favorite books...

January 17, 2019

More than anything, surviving is tedious. It is a million small breaths strung together. It...

December 13, 2018

Advent is here. We are straining forward each day with anticipation. But still, this season...

November 30, 2018

Every year when the sun climbs into the horizon and sets over the Sangre de...

November 28, 2018

It’s true. Sometimes I tire of the poets and I want plain words. Unhurried, slow...

November 19, 2018

I’ve written before that ~I write like a woman drowning. I write with a desperation...

November 01, 2018

My word of the day app keeps opening to the word fenestrated. I look up...