It isn’t fair to you to pretend that I’m not crazy. Yes, many of you think I’m talking about the dancing in thrift stores and jumping up and down during board games. No. I am not talking about this. I am talking about the debilitating disease of insanity that lurks around every dark corner of…
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I lie on the grass, stomach full and look at the wide expanse of white cloud-ocean that illuminates the backdrop. My daughter is in close-up, peach ripe smell drips from her face and down her arm in glittering trails of sunlight. She drops the pit to my hand and gives me a wary glare: do…
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I’m getting a little homesick for school. I know that sounds totally crazy, but it is true. My teacher friends are out there somewhere, making lesson plans and figuring out how to make their students do exactly what they want them to. Meanwhile, back in SAH mom land, I am trying to decide how to…
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Made you look. I always wanted to be a hot cheerleader. When I was 4, (this is an age we keep returning to, I know) I remember seeing all those cute little fluffy-headed cheerleaders with their fluffy-headed pom-poms and realizing that I really wanted to do that for a living. As in, “What do you…
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I don’t usually write on Sundays. It is my day off, you know? It’s the day that I set aside to worship God in the best way I know how: watching Disney movies and eating ice cream. Today is different, though. Some of you know this, but I recently had a birthday. Yes, now I…
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You. Yeah, I’m talking to you right now. Don’t pretend that I didn’t just see that happen. Just because we are at a stop light and you are in a car doesn’t mean that we are in separate worlds. I am not a figment of your imagination. I really just saw you do that. And…
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When I was 4 years old, I came to a revolutionary conclusion: Ghosts are dumb. My family lived in the epitome of 1974 trailer luxury in a little town called Cottage Grove. I’m pretty sure we even had brown shag carpeting, an industry standard at the time. I was pretty young, and my little brother…
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Bloody swords, broken corpses, near-mishaps…These are things that MacBeth is made of. Or perhaps, just the things that MacBeth has made up. If you find yourself backstage during a performance of any play and strike up a conversation about the “Scottish Play”, you will find yourself shoved out, turned around, and forced to quote Shakespeare,…
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Yesterday, my beautiful sister Hillary came home from her mission in Brazil. Since I wrote her a small book before she left entitled, “How to Be a Missionary,” I thought I would write her a book about being a returned missionary as a welcome home present. There are a lot of things that I talk…
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I love rollercoasters. I love the crazy thrill that you get as you are getting pulled up to the top, that chuck-chuck-chuck as it slowly rises above the skyline. There is always a moment of dizzy excitement for me, and I’m pretty sure I always have a moment where I think, “This was a bad…
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One of the earliest memories I have is of walking through a dusty building that my mother called “The Good Wheel.” At least that is what I thought she called it. Little did I know that she was sparking in my tiny frame a muscle memory that would drive my need for secondhand clothing forever.…
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I went for a walk with my faithful dog, Turk, last night. It was late, about 9pm. The heat in Portland has been stifling over the past couple of days, and a walk through the cooling August air was just what I needed to bring my temperature down to semi-normal levels. As I was walking…
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