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She writes a post about her hair.

Listen, I woke up last spring with a wave in my hair. You may not understand the full gravity of this reality. So let me explain. I come from the plains. From people who have very little heritage. We don’t say: “We’re German,” the way my husband’s family does. We don’t say anything. We’re from Texas, that’s ...

Not the same…

[caption id="attachment_4936" align="aligncenter" width="430"] August and a friend climbing a hill in the middle of the city[/caption] When August was four months old, the Phillies won the World Series. The Phils had won once before, in October of 1980, when my husband was four months old. Chris spent his childhood in love ...

Downhill: The Miracle and the Standing Still

I feel the dark sadness press in like a dam has broken, an internal stopper lifted so the water flows downstream, straight where it wants to go. All my efforts against it are like shakey, rickety barriers, sticks I once lay in hopes of keeping it all contained. It’s a virus that undoes me: Germs shared between two little ...

What sharpens our vision, our calling?

[caption id="attachment_4478" align="aligncenter" width="400"] -beauty.tumblr.com via Claire Barratt-Ingram on Pinterest[/caption] This weekend while visiting my family in Amarillo, I had a conversation with a friend of my sister in law while our little boys played in my parents' front yard. She was asking about how I ...

Marriage and the Easy Yoke

[caption id="attachment_4396" align="aligncenter" width="286"] © 2012 Erin Molloy Photography[/caption] “Are you so pissed at your husband for making you move?” The stylist's fingers were moving quick through my hair, applying white and blue chemicals, in effort to sustain my vain pursuit of the blonde strands I grew ...

Waiting

[caption id="attachment_4328" align="aligncenter" width="432"] image from Pinterest via Denise Lieb[/caption] I wait for the Lord; my soul waits for him; in his word is my hope. Psalm 92:4   I wait alone in my room, my hands open, arms raised. I wait in silence while my husband and boys read books in the other ...

My food…

[caption id="attachment_4264" align="aligncenter" width="600"] Illustration by Anna Rumney at rumneybears.blogspot.com[/caption] Yesterday after lunch, August and Chris were sleeping together in my bedroom while I cleaned up the kitchen and Brooksie snoozed in his crib. Then, I clanged something too loud (as usual) and woke ...