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In the span of a few hours on Good Friday, we saw the full spectrum of foster care. And were reminded of redemption. Continue reading
Sticks and stones may break bones, says the familiar playground rhyme. While words may never hurt, (that’s a lie) guilt can gut punch event the strongest individual. I’ve had several conversations about guilt this weekend. All related in some way … Continue reading
The star atop our Christmas Tree has been crooked for a few weeks now. We don’t plan to fix it. There’s something poetic about it. Our lives are a little bananas. A little bit chaos. A whole lot of perfect.
Right at the end of dinner, when all seems to be going well. Right before the final bites, when we’re starting to give the post-meal directions. Right when we’re looking at the clock, wondering how time went so fast and … Continue reading