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“Maybe life doesn’t get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we’re willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.”
-Barbara Kingsolver
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10 Truths of Traveling Solo With Kids
I reach up to close the trunk of the van, packed to the gills with everything we could want or need. A sense of excitement and anticipation, alongside a bit of nervousness, runs through my body as my legs run back and forth to the house to grab “just one more thing.” The kids are […]
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Don’t Tell Me I’m Free
Don’t tell me I’m free As time spins reverse And just being a woman Feels like a curse Don’t tell me I’m free When I have fewer rights Than generations before Who put up brave fights Don’t tell me I’m free When my body’s in chains And my soul is on fire And you’re fanning […]
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What I Learn From My Daughter’s Righteous Rage
My daughter flails on the floor, screaming and crying. Her sister took the toy she wanted to play with and I won’t let her watch a show. She’s been like this for an hour, a fiery fury bursting from within. And with every attempt to soothe or distract or speak logic to her, she responds […]
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What Makes a Great Father
As we were wrapping up our trip to the lake this week, running back and forth to the house trying to pack, but also trying to pack in every last bit of fun, my foot landed on an unfortunate clover, and an even less fortunate bee, who let me know in no uncertain terms that […]
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Top 5 Reasons to Go Camping With Kids
We arrived home Sunday afternoon and dragged ourselves across the threshold of our air-conditioned house. We were dirty and sweaty and exhausted. But we were also content and connected and a little more appreciative. Because we had just spent the last two days camping as a family. I’m not going to spin a fairy tale […]
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These Wee Small Years
My feet ran through the thick grass, looking for a place to find cover. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Ready or not, here I come!” I heard my oldest daughter call out. As I dove behind a short cypress around the side of the house, I was startled by a flash of red darting from the tree. […]
The Small Wanders 