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A Note on Grief
Who knew loss could live tucked in a cookbook, a recipe jotted on a Post-it note. The realization that it is her writing wrenches something loose. Loss that has lived in a quiet place for months. Trying to pull it back is useless and tears come hard, but so do little hands. We miss her
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Sibling Day!
When I sat down to write about my sibling journey it felt wrong to say it started a few months ago. It began when I was a kid hounding my mom with questions about my absentee father whom I had never met. The details were vague, which was frustrating to a young girl who was
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Party Pooper
Earlier today I was looking for our Halloween books that have mysteriously gone missing (my children may be hiding them from me). I’m not sure what compelled me to look in the linen closet, but with kids around you just never know. In the closet was two packages of Pull-ups that I had forgotten about.
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