Green Fairy Wings and Story Tales

Witches, pirates, green dinosaurs and pink tufted ballerinas stormed the nearby shopping center yesterday.  Red firemen, fluffy brown poodles, and blue Thomas the Trains hijacked the sidewalks, and commandeered the shops, trick or treating with smart parents on a warm fall afternoon.  Weaving our way through the short creatures, my teen daughter and I grabbed…

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Naked Trees Scrape the Horizon

Navy blue light creeps higher in the sky, allowing naked trees to scrape the horizon. Hot coffee in morning twilight, and my three year old son’s truck noises get progressively louder. For the sake of sleepers, I shush him.  Earlier this week, my peace was eroded as well. It wasn’t the noise – that I…

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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas…

Resilient.      Redeemed.           Resourceful.                Resplendent.                     Survivors from around the world are being rescued, and are rescuing others. Counseling, healing, education, training, untainted love and affection, and entrepreneurial skills are being provided for them. Made by Survivors and other organizations then sell the products made by these survivors, with 100% of the money…

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Cookies, Milkshakes and Hero Truck Drivers

Hello friends, A hot crumbly chocolate chip cookie smolders beside me on the desk, waiting to be cooled enough to pop into my mouth. Quiet jazz music plays in the background and the dryer hums.  Our house had a showing last night so we cleaned feverishly, loaded up random laundry baskets into the cars, and…

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Calls in the Dark

  At my YMCA, down the hallway on the right, is a series of small, rectangular wallet lockers. Keys, wallets and cell phones get stashed there, as their owners exercise. Occasionally as I pass by, I hear cell phones vibrating metallically in their tiny cells, ringing in the darkness. Seventy cubical cells, stacked wide and…

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Bike Dates, Dark Moonlit Nights, and Doxology

Blonde hair shining in the sun, my three year old asked me on a date this afternoon.  Sandwiched between two parked cars, sitting astride his blue and yellow plastic tricycle, he turned expectantly. “Mom, bike a me?” (Mom, will you bike with me?) I grinned, and pulled out my towering two wheeler.  Pedaling barely enough…

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