Wild Flower

My son was four years old the first time he had an opinion about his hair. His thick blond hair bounced up and down as he ran, and it brought me absolute delight. When he asked to shave it off, my heart sank. I allowed myself to explore the unusually strong feelings I was experiencing,…

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Seriously?!

I am writing this on a flight from Florida to Michigan, going from 80°F to 20°F. Due to extreme weather in the northeast, we’ve been rerouted through Detroit, where we will most likely miss our connection because a passenger on this flight suffered a seizure moments before take-off.

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Holding the Quiet with Kindness

Our daughter Katie is graduating from high school in a few short weeks. I am already anticipating how quickly the summer will pass, a blur of “last moments” before leaving for college in the fall.

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