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The Love Chronicles: On Being Wanted

I’m convinced my husband hates me. We talk about it late at night, me with my knees pulled into my chest, leaning against the pillows. He is there, sprawled across the foot of the bed on his stomach, his chin resting on his folded forearms. I use my hands when I talk, wide and sweeping, (Read More)

October 30, 2013 30
On Happily Ever Afters - Ashleigh Baker

On Happily Ever Afters

I tend to be an all-or-nothing person. I’ve told you this before, haven’t I? I speak in shades of always and never, “here’s the thing” and “there’s nothing I hate more.” John sent a sigh-laugh from across the kitchen recently. “You know, there sure are a lot of individual issues you hate more than any (Read More)

October 16, 2013 31

life stories: white bloomers and mesquite

Springtime in the desert was hot. So very hot. A wave of warmth each February tricked us into pulling last year’s t-shirts from plastic bins and we all talked of swimming. There was always a snap, the last hurrah of the winter wind, the weeks we were most likely to see snow. But spring – (Read More)

May 15, 2013 8
On The Day After Mother's Day

on the day after mother’s day

We’ve always laughed, John and I, and said it’s a cruel joke, this thing of Mother’s Day being on Sunday. Mothers across the nation wake extra early, readying small ones for church, preparing for a long day of Sunday School and services, lunch with napless toddlers in packed-to-the-windows Italian restaurants, the typical Sunday evening preparations (Read More)

May 13, 2013 13

do what you do

My Sunday afternoon plan was to finish a work project I’d pushed aside until it was overdue. After lunch I tucked myself into the corner of the basement chaise while the small folk whooped and hollered and swung their wooden swords at each other, the cause of simultaneous mayhem and magic. Laptop, notes, to-do list, (Read More)

April 23, 2013 18

i only have my stories

I only have my stories. I don’t have deep theological rants, or meandering dissertations. I don’t lay bare my politics. I will no longer tell you how to mother your children. I can’t tell you what to believe. I owned the answers, once, and I handed them out here and there and everywhere. My opinions (Read More)

April 4, 2013 32