Category: The Library
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Another Man’s Shoes
On Brian’s 40th birthday (am I allowed to say how old he is?!), I threw him a birthday party with friends from college and early marriage days. Twenty or more years of friendship. Six couples around a table celebrating and laughing and enjoying life together. Each year since, I’ve thrown the second or third annual…
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Desperate Hands
The last time I wrote here was over a month ago, as I grieved the brokenness of this world with my sweet Bethy, my dear friend from college. Before that I was cautiously reveling in the news of continued remission. Thirteen long months of remission. It has been gift. I’ve been quiet lately, processing my…
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“Till He Come”
It was a week ago that I sat huddled under blankets in our den, fire burning, reflecting, praying, weeping. I was missing my Pappy whose birthday would have been the next day. I was longing to sit with my dear college friend who is walking through pain unimaginable as she watches and grieves the impending…
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His Poetry
He breezed in the back entrance carrying lunch and discovered me curled up on the couch, tears streaming, and eyed me quizzically. “I love you.” It was all that would pour forth from my full heart. I laughed softly, then told him I was inhaling poetry. He smiled and sat down, he listened while I…
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Beautiful Moments
This past weekend was full of so much wonderful, so many beautiful moments. My Bella was in our little city Christmas parade wearing her red cloak, plaid scarf and matching braids, vibrant red in the night sky. She carried her lantern and waved excitedly. Her zest for life was palpable. After the parade it was…
A Spring of Joy 