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One Down. I Should Be Yelling I Love You.

I guess it is good that I threw Quinn’s party, made a cake, and opened gifts before this morning because when I woke up today, on the actual DAY of this birth, I forgot. I was up until four this … Continue reading

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Omne Trium Perfectum (everything that comes in threes is perfect)

“Out of difficulties grow miracles.” – Jean de la Bruyere Quinn, you are three on the third! Happy golden birthday, or as we called it in my family growing up, happy magic birthday.  I wasn’t going to rehash the whole … Continue reading

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My Extra Rib

I have been back at work for two days now, no students yet, just the overwhelming amount of things to take in and prepare and adjust to. Two days of charts and data and new faces (29 new staff in … Continue reading

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Lost and Found

I got my first Birchbox in the mail today. This is such a good invention; little presents of samples delivered every month in the prettiest of boxes. I am thinking that I should have checked the box, though, that said, … Continue reading

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Circle Games, Cupcakes, Earthquakes and Other Reminders

So much for writing everyday. Luke was twelve when I wrote Summer of the Pigeon. That summer, I did write each and every evening. In retrospect, I probably should have been blogging and not trying to make a book. Maybe … Continue reading

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Quinn

Today I held my newest cousin, all seven little pounds of him. It is the first time I have held a newborn since Quinn was born and it made me think of all that has happened between then and now … Continue reading

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The Un-Doing, Let’s Begin

During a high school Spring, I went to Racine, Wisconsin with my paternal grandmother to fill up jugs of fresh spring water from a well. I recall telling her that I would like to die in springtime. She gasped at … Continue reading

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