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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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Like A Good Neighbor
Earlier this week, after a restless night up with a teething toddler, after waking at 5:00 am to feed the toddler, again, and get in a run before the rest of the house awoke, after making breakfast for everyone and cleaning up, after homeschooling my older two while trying to keep the youngest from climbing…
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My Darlings, I Delight in You
My Darlings, I hope you know, deep in your heart, how much I delight in you. I hope you see it. I hope you see past my tired eyes and my distracted mind. I hope you see the love and pride and joy that resides within those weary eyes. I hope you see how they…
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Home Grown
My younger daughter’s chubby baby fingers dug in the rich, dark soil as my older daughter’s tiny toes balanced carefully on the wooden beam that extended across our small raised garden bed. I sat watching, anxiously, as they crawled and danced and wove between delicate climbing tendrils of a cucumber plant, wide, overpowering leaves of…
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These First Five Years
“I vow to lift you up when you are down and soar with you when you are in the clouds,” he said. “I vow to always rise to your challenge and strive daily to better myself and our relationship,” I responded. On this day five years ago, my husband and I threw these promises, these…
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The Hard Goodbye
Since deciding to make this latest move, I’ve realized that my excitement for this next chapter has been tempered with a twinge of sadness. I noticed that I was dragging my feet on preparing, and as I packed it was with heavy hands and a heavy heart. Even though we felt this move is the…
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On the Move Again
Question: What is more fun than moving twice in six months with two young kids? Answer: Anything. And yet, this is what our family is doing. Unpacked boxes still decorate the floor of our current house as the real decor remains un-hung. A short four months ago, we packed up our humble home and hauled…
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In Defense of Weeds
I have a confession. I secretly love weeds. This is a statement that, as a newly minted gardener, I’ll probably be regretting in a few weeks. But for now, I welcome the wild weedy flora scattered about. Since, historically, my thumb has not proven to be green, I love the tiny buds and blooms that…
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Moving On
“It’s like we were holding onto a different phase of life,” my husband mused as he hauled yet another box of our old relics off to Goodwill. “That’s because we were in a different phase of life when we moved into this house,” I responded wistfully. A few weeks ago, we found out we would…
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Happy Hygge-Days!
Christmas may have come and gone, but the long, cold winter still stretches endlessly in front of us. We have sixty more days of this snowy season, to be exact. People love to hate winter; complaining about the cold seems to be a favorite national pastime. And I get it. I live in Chicago, so…
The Small Wanders 