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You’re Not Too Old To Dream

At age eleven, I used my flash light to speak in morse code to Allison Noe across the back-yard — from my window to hers — after the sun had set and it was bedtime. Daylight wasn’t enough for this friendship between dreamers. We choreographed dances during the day, carefree, and talked for hours about who we would be one day when…
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How to Really Heal From Your Worst Day

Before December 22, 2008 I had been acquainted with a kind of pain that feels like those days of drizzle, when fall is molting its leaves and inheriting winter’s bite. The pain of infertility hung low and impacted my view and my time — it droned on and almost became a part of me — but I had become familiar with it….
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When Your Children Fall Apart

I was watching a friends’ children and checking email on my computer in her basement. Amid sticky fingers and dolls and laundry, I got a message from an out-of-town friend that set me on a course I’d not before considered. It seemed insignificant then, but was a marker from Him — I can see that now. This friend reached out…
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Is Now The Time?

How many times have I said it — thought it? This: “I’ll find Him when life slows down or this burden lifts or I have more time.” It’s not just the lie of motherhood or of my college days or of the first-few-months-in-a-new job or of the five months before my own wedding or of the year where I, one day, plan my…
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