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we have work to do

In this last week since the election, we have all been reading and stressing and asking questions and searching and refreshing social media feeds. We are all tired of this

sick day

She threw up before she could even try the squash soup she asked for. The powerlessness and humility of being on knees, a fistful of her hair in my hand

the immortality of make believe

Two years ago my daughters wrote a letter to a potential fairy and left it out on the deck. She wrote back. Her name is Lavender Fawn. The girls stitched

the immortality of make believe

Two years ago my daughters wrote a letter to a potential fairy and left it out on the deck. She wrote back. Her name is Lavender Fawn. The girls stitched

Switch turned on. Or off, which ever.

Ah May! You’ve zipped right by. I caught you by the tail just as you were walking out the door. Full of company, rain, baby chicks, green grass, soccer games,

Let’s go swimming.

Andy’s alarm goes off for a full minute. It takes him a while to reach his phone to turn off the chirping because he threw his back out. He moves

watch for the aura

I received an email a little over a month ago. The subject line read: Being an Artist vs. Being Materialistic. Hi Nici! My name is Sarah Brousseau, I’m a fellow

every night

Every night when we go to bed, we carry our kids to their beds from ours, where they always fall asleep just after reading books. We know they will fall

give yourself three minutes

I stand in the kitchen, tired, noticing I forgot to brush my furry teeth the night before. “Girls! It’s time to start our day!” I shout down the short hall

Ten

Ten years ago today I married Andy in the pouring rain. As a teenager I would imagine my adult self. She would dive into a series of passionate relationships, having

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