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A Love Poem About Birthdays, But Mostly About London Scout
This month I attended a really spectacular workshop on teaching poetry. Incredibly valuable and really inspiring actually. As attendees and students, we were walked through how we could teach our students poetry and we practiced all the games/ideas/talking points to help lead the kids to positive and meaningful experiences with poetry. (I hope to take this new knowledge and…
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Five Finds Friday (a couple of Emma’s photos & an incredible dinner)
FUNNY Today at a birthday gathering for London – who hits THIRTEEN – she was blowing out her candles when a younger friend announced with enthusiasm, “London – now you can watch PG-13 movies!” FASHIONABLE Isn’t this dress Piper is wearing just too cute? We found it at Land’s End on clearance. Also – these last two…
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. . . being left
The Heavy is actually not so much the literal parenting alone, although that has a weight indeed. But it is more the colossal burden of being the Left Behind. Different than the Scarlet A worn on the chest. In our culture that red letter carries so little weight. So little shame. It feels more difficult to wear the letters…
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Making Our Trail: KOA Hot Springs National Park, Arkansas
Our car load of passengers can spot a yellow KOA sign from miles away now. Driving back home from an adventure is always less exciting than heading out to an adventure. But if the KOA sign represented travel and distance and excitement on the way OUT to Colorado, then the KOA sign represented stability and comfort on the way…
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Helping Your Friends Through Sad Stuff: A Primer (post one)
If you are breathing and you have even one singular human friend, then you have watched that friend suffer through something. A disappointing conversation. Job loss. The death of a parent. Drug abuse. Rejection from a family member. Physical injury. Heartache. Infertility. Divorce. Cancer. It is an oppressively long list of sorrows that mar the human condition. And we…
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six steps behind . . .
Crisis makes you weird. A different version of you. Like – kind of a foggy you. A you about six steps behind the regular you. A you who forgets things you never forgot before. And then, sometimes, when the crisis has ended, you sort of end up a mix of the you you once were and the you that…
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Five Finds Friday (photo booths gone wrong, Filipino food & fabulous people)
FUNNY The boys and I had a little afternoon excitement recently on a belated birthday date together at a local fun park. You know – one of those places where you ride go carts and step into the batting cages and play gigantic video games. I don’t mind admitting that I’m a sucker for photo booths. There was…
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junior high invasion
I’m plotting and charting the course for school this year – because it’s already that time again. I loved our first year’s attempt at year round school. (And we never did really land on a better name for this type of schooling – although “balanced” sounds so nice and optimistic and ideal.) I made my planner’s cover page and…
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You Tell Me
When I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed to exist in the world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, “You tell me why we allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands, my feet.” …
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I hate divorce
In our family we don’t toss the word “hate” around. Partially because it’s such a strong word and it just sounds unpleasant coming from a child’s lips. Partially because when you use a word too much it loses its potency and you forget how harsh of a word “hate” can really be. The kids and I try to create…
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returning to real life: post farm realities
Leaving Virginia is never easy. The kids say exactly what I feel when they say, “I want to be at our home, but I don’t want to ever leave the farm.” No matter what, when you pull into that glorious driveway at Gray Mountain Farm, you enter a different dimension somehow. I’ve written about it before. Time moves differently…
Keep Reading . . .
soundtrack of my mind
epiphany: the order of things
books that work their own magic.
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Making Our Trail: Pueblo South/Colorado City KOA Review
I felt a little sorry for whatever accommodations would follow our last night at Lost Valley Ranch. I mean, how can anything compete with turn down service and leather furniture and two bathrooms? I at least had the common sense not to schedule a tent night for our first KOA on the drive east. We still wanted to explore…
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July Fourth Shenanigans
If you know me, you know that my favorite holiday is July Fourth. It’s the family and it’s the food. It’s the farm and the fun. It’s being together and it’s tradition and it’s years stacked on years of celebrating a summer day and lives and family and friends. July Fourth on the Farm is the best. It was…
