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Mar 15, 2022
It was in last night’s phone call that he said it. Our oldest-of-four sons was talking with his dad, and there it came. “God let me weave my own web,” he
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Feb 15, 2022
It was her opening words that grabbed me. “First of all, we are not afraid,” she said. In fact, every time the government decides to further suspend our civil liberties,
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Feb 08, 2022
It’s quiet in the house. All of my men are at school or at work, and it’s just me. Well, me and Garth Brooks. Down in the basement, things are
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Jan 29, 2022
In the Big Apple, they’re suffering. I happened to hear the latest as I was sitting on hold the other day, waiting to speak to Mr. Snerdley on his show.
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Jan 25, 2022
Through the window, I see him. Outlined in the frosted glass as he waits for the bus, The Cub is standing watch. His bright-red backpack is centered solidly on his
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Jan 19, 2022
It’s Saturday afternoon. After a whirlwind holiday season, the dust is slooowly settling, and I’m desperate for some time with Mr. Schrock. It’s true. Nothing makes me happier than having
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Dec 28, 2021
What if this is the year where shame has no place at the table? No voice? The damnable thing about shame is that it seeks to silence. To make us
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Dec 27, 2021
It was the year of the lemon. Of all of the official family trees, it was the worst. The slightest sneeze from another room, a stamp of the foot upon
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Dec 21, 2021
The door slams. The bottom 50% of the boys (i.e., numbers three and four) are leaving to run errands. Sounds of the season, they stream from the Bose, and the
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Dec 18, 2021
I write this little post for the one who is known as a difficult child. You’ve been on my mind for days now, and a message has been forming for
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