Talks with Dad
“I wanted to be your dad. And I wanted you to be my daughter” My dad, last night at the dining room table.
Shorts
Flowers from London
“I got you flowers.” I was fast asleep all snug in my bed when I was awoken by those words. They were spoken gently by my teenage daughter who was standing at my bedside. I awoke and groggily asked, “Why?” as she held them before me. “Just because,” she answered as she extended them towards me. A day
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Breakfast with Johnna
Never wanted my baby girl to grow up. Yet I find myself immersed in the wonder of who she’ll be, so proud of who she is. Grateful for the fun and happy years spending so much time with who she’s been. Taking in each moment big and small, as the balance between mommy, mom, and
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Glistening Web
I dashed out the front door early in the morning prepared for another day’s work. A step or two down my front walkway I couldn’t help but notice the web that’d been built overnight in the butterfly bush that I hadn’t trimmed back at the end of last season. I stopped and checked it out.
When I Saw Her Standing There
I passed by, camera in hand, one snowy afternoon in March just as the sun peeked through as if asking permission to come out now. I glanced over and she immediately caught my eye- I had to do a double take. Seeing her standing there dressed in white- so perfectly imperfect that it in fact
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Fluttering On By
No indications of society or civilization within sight. The musical sounds of birds and squirrels, the chipmunks hustling and bustling all around me. The little snake seemingly smiles as I flutter on by and say a quick hi, offer a smile, and wish him a good day. The almost whipping winds from the lake inspiring
One Site, Many Purposes
We all have reasons for doing what we do. These are my purposes and intents in starting this sometimes spiritual blog.
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