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a net for catching days: birthday.
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Thirty seven began very well, over paper plates of oozy crepes with a dear friend. we broke at least four plastic forks cutting into them, while digging deeply into conversation that left me a little weepy, in a good way. The day, all in all, could be described as rich. Rich with indulgent food and drink. rich with meaning and conversations about real things, even sad things, but true ones. and rich with family: these three people who i love so dearly that it leaves my chest knotted most of the t...Captu...
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a net for catching days: February 2010
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This morning began like most- -feed Millie, find coffee. And then, a. Nd i write it down here mostly just as proof to myself that these days are indeed possible. Of course, in between, there was also lots of diapers and spit-up and crying and consoling and cheddar cheese goldfish mashed into the living room rug. Days like these are good. they may be fewer than i'd like and tomorrow i might not be wearing a clean shirt, but what's so wrong with a teeter-totter rhythm to things? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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a net for catching days: tomato art fest
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Everyone in nashville is grumbling about the weather. it's a sweltering August in our normally milder city, so i'm observing the seven foot tall sunflowers from inside, through an upstairs window with a view of the garden. their big yellow faces are bent, offering an umbrella of shade to the bountiful tomato plants, all tangled and bursting with red, yellow, and green fruit, some of them splitting open. If you are around the east part of town this Saturday (tomorrow! Wish i could see it in person! Subscr...
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a net for catching days: November 2010
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So I won't wait because before I know it, six more months will have passed and she'll be walking and pulling things from shelves, and then i really. Won't have time to write it all down. for now, before I forget, i'll just post this photo. My friend Keely took it yesterday of Millie, the birthday girl. I love how happy she looks, just crawling across the floor in her tutu without a care in the world. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is a Flickr badge showing photos in a set called ephemera.
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a net for catching days: the day after Christmas
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The day after Christmas. I haven't been able to post this entry until the day after. The day after Christmas, and that is because the day after Christmas was spent somewhat leisurely and far from my computer. we awoke to a living room covered with stacks of toys, books, and empty stockings strewn all about, then made our way to the kitchen for scrambled eggs with a side of leftover stuffing, and the biggest mug of coffee we could find. As described in his letter to Santa Claus). Ninety-nine times, and pa...
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a net for catching days: April 2010
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Or so we call it. I guess it's not really as 'country' as it could be. we have our own coffee shop and i can be at the nearest Target in less than twenty minutes. but this time of year, with winter now melted away, i start to remember exactly why it is that we chose to exchange our former city dwelling for this, a slightly slower pace of life. I don't really bake, but the idea of making lots and lots of pies in summertime appeals to me. maybe this. Also, now we have chickens. this Easter, we adopted ...
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a net for catching days: Maybe tomorrow.
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Ne day, i feel sure, there will be a season when:. I will no longer need coffee at two in the afternoon. We will invite our friends over for dinner again. more than twice a year. The tile around my toilet bowls will be clean. It won't take me three weeks to return a phone call. Beds will be made. All Cheerios will disappear from crevices, cushions, backpacks, floorboards, rugs, and the inside of my shirt. Hence, potentially, the ants will all go back outside.]. I could maybe own a white sofa. By the time...
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a net for catching days: this country life.
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Or so we call it. I guess it's not really as 'country' as it could be. we have our own coffee shop and i can be at the nearest Target in less than twenty minutes. but this time of year, with winter now melted away, i start to remember exactly why it is that we chose to exchange our former city dwelling for this, a slightly slower pace of life. I don't really bake, but the idea of making lots and lots of pies in summertime appeals to me. maybe this. Also, now we have chickens. this Easter, we adopted ...
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The Girls Can Rock: April 2007
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The Girls Can Rock. Where Us Girls write about rocking out, and most importendly God! Friday, April 27, 2007. Here's another allegorical story that describes salvation. This one is my favorites and I heard it in a sermon by Steve Camp at a youth camp I went to. (I'm writing this from memory, so a couple of the details may be off, but the main point is still the same.). Is this what salvation is really like? Your body goes numb because the water is so cold, therefore, you cannot thrash around any longer.
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a net for catching days: December 2010
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The day after Christmas. I haven't been able to post this entry until the day after. The day after Christmas, and that is because the day after Christmas was spent somewhat leisurely and far from my computer. we awoke to a living room covered with stacks of toys, books, and empty stockings strewn all about, then made our way to the kitchen for scrambled eggs with a side of leftover stuffing, and the biggest mug of coffee we could find. As described in his letter to Santa Claus). Ninety-nine times, and pa...
