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Wounded Creations

One of my kids wrote on my table.  This might not seem like a big deal, and usually it’s not. Pens slip, markers bleed, and Magic Erasers do their work. I get that mistakes happen. But this wasn’t one of those things. This was a signature, a sentence, a proclamation on MY table. The table… Read More Wounded Creations

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More than Words

One of my children felt the need to defend the family honour yesterday. One of those schoolyard/classroom discussions about ‘my dad is smarter than your dad’ which I heard about in detail during after school pickup. He was sheepish but also certain that this course of action was the right one. “One of the things… Read More More than Words

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God is in the Room

Yesterday I sat in a parking lot, crying in my van. This isn’t the first time. The most memorable occasion was when I was pregnant with my first child. I found myself uncontrollably crying in a shopping mall parking lot, feeling perfectly happy but bawling my face off. This wasn’t like that. Yesterday was a… Read More God is in the Room