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Farewell 2014
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Farewell 2014

Dec 30, 2014 by

2014 was a tumultuous year for me. A year of change, both personal and physical. A year of growth, the kind that looks awkward like a rapidly growing child whose teeth are too big for his mouth, ears t0o big for his head. A year of clarity as sharp as a winter morning’s frosty air and much confusion, too. A lot of muddling through....

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Wild Things
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Wild Things

Dec 18, 2014 by

We were driving out into the country, hills sloping away to the right and the left, tangled brown woods, hairpin curves in the road. Ben surveyed the scene from his backseat window of our minivan. “You know what, Mom?  I think I’m meant to live out in the country like this. Because I am just a wild thing.”  He says it nonchalantly, with complete...

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Dear Taylor Swift,
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Dear Taylor Swift, My daughter adores you. I realize she is one of millions of young women that do, but you see, she’s my daughter and she’s seven and I wasn’t really ready for this.  The other night she stood in the aisles of Target, torn between the toys and the cd’s–your cd’s, trying to decide what she wanted for Christmas.  I never had...

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Women, Hair, and God
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Women, Hair, and God I’ve been “bottle blonde” for at least fifteen years now. I think I started getting highlights in my hair during my junior year of high school, but I am not completely sure. As a small girl, I had golden blonde curls: wispy little curled-up strands that looked like they would dissolve if you blew on them. As I matured, my...

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10 Books That Have Read Me
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Seriously? I kind of hate these lists.  I’ve always hated to say my favorite movie, book, anything.  I don’t like being forced to choose. But, it’s worthy.  Kind of like taking time to tell the people you love how you feel about them. So, these 10 books are the ones that have read me: I found myself in the pages, learned more about my...

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A Grateful Heart is a Happy Heart
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  This little patch of internet that I call home is approaching its five year anniversary this fall.  I cannot link back to those first posts because unfortunately, I closed down my old blogspot home. I regret that.  Many of my readers are new, but the old faithful followers who were with me in the BlogSpot days will remember my journey through gratitude (followed by...

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Coffee and Tea, a poem
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  Conversations with Coffee and Tea (Law and Grace)     Coffee:   Get up! Get up! Hurry now, you can’t be late. Drink me standing up; you don’t have time to sit. Gotta get to work, now. Of course I am bitter; what else would I be!? And how dare you mention it; terribly rude of you. Don’t be a baby: doctor me...

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See Someone Today
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For my 31st birthday, my mom, dad, brother, and nephews joined our crew of six at my house for an evening party. We ate my favorite food, pizza, the kids played in the backyard, and the adults sat around visiting and laughing in the living room.  I had asked everyone to bring a memory instead of a gift, and everyone did. My 91 year old grandpa brought...

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Minimalist Me
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Minimalist Me

Jun 24, 2014 by

Hi, my name is Ashley and I am a minimalist. It’s a deep part of who I am. I’ve had this part of me hiding nebulous under the surface for years, without really understanding what it was, which was constantly putting me in conflict with my world and causing me to ask, “is this ok?  Is there something wrong with me?”  The answers, I...

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When Your “Great” Parenting Idea Flops.
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After all the big beautiful bravery going on around here last week, Wednesday night found our little warrior weeping. She didn’t like theater camp. She went, she tried, she was brave and faced down bullies with her sweet self, but the camp itself? She didn’t like it. Through choking sobs that wracked her whole body, Abby admitted to us that she didn’t want to...

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Dear Abby: The Pink Badge of Courage
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  Dear Abby, Something significant happened yesterday morning. It happened on a Tuesday morning, the most ordinary of all the week days, but you will learn this is how all great moments happen—when you are not looking for it. This is what happened: You grew just a little bit braver right before my eyes. Here’s how it went: I was sitting at my writing desk...

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For a Monday
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For a Monday

May 19, 2014 by

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there...

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Living with He(art)
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At it’s Latin root, the word courage means heart. Courageous people live life with great heart.  Courageous acts are done against the grain of a heart pulsing with both fear and love. In her book, Daring Greatly, Brene Brown challenges our ideas about courage. She writes that vulnerability is the most courageous act of all, because it tears down barriers of shame, disconnection, and...

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She’s Come Undone
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I love titles. Clever titles, witty titles, intriguing titles, simple titles, long titles, subtitles. I love ’em all. I haven’t been able to get this book (and it’s title) off my mind since I finished it last week.  This book is not PG.  It deals with some difficult themes of rape and homosexuality, and it contains language.  But I can’t not recommend it because this is our real,...

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The Soft Spot
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The Soft Spot

Mar 21, 2014 by

I sit in the soft spring sunlight and hold Susanna in my lap. I brush my lips against the top of her head and I can feel the tender throb of a pulse near the center–her soft spot.  Isaac and Ben tussle over a stick nearby. It terrifies me. The bones in her skull will grow and shift and eventually close in, but for...

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The Desires of Your Heart
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I like to watch for themes the Lord is working into my life, like knitting patterns. Lately, it’s desire. The world has captured this word, desire, hijacked it and sexualized it until it is gaudy and heavy, latent with provocation. Not that kind of desire.  (that kind is good, too, but not the subject here) Desire that shapes the natural direction of my heart,...

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