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To My Daughter: No, I’m Not “The Best Mom Ever”
When my daughter was eight, she gave me one of those small metallic-looking balloons on a stick. It read, “Best Mom Ever,” and she put it on my nightstand. Do you know where that balloon was a year later? Still there, full and shiny as ever, because those balloons apparently never, ever die. The day…
To the Mom on the Other Side of the Door
Recently, outside of a closed bathroom door, I became keenly aware of something. Arms extended up the trim, leaning forward, I was talking with my daughter when it occurred to me, “I seem to be in this position a lot lately.” If I remember clearly, the conversation that morning was about an earring issue because…
Stop Dragging Stuff Out of the Tomb
Holy Week is so interesting. I don’t mean to sound cheesy, but as someone who did not have a liturgical church upbringing, I find the traditions of this week fascinating to learn as an adult. For example, my husband was raised in a Lutheran Church and speaks affectionately about the tradition and intentionality around Palm…
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