joy

What if:

doing things well had nothing to do with doing them correctly? “Look into the eyes of your children and see God smile,” said my mom on a day I was tired of being tired. Their inky irises shone eager and hungry like always though this time I didn’t see needy beggars. Somewhere deep inside those windows […]

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Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]

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Hunger

I have a friend who takes everything she can from me. Hand-me-down bikes and clothes, unabashed requests to grab her kids from daycare, eagerly accepted snacks and sometimes dinner on the porch once she sees that we’re home after another long day, endless chatter about the goings-on in her life, constant invitations to the zoo, parade, pool, […]

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Joy

Rediscovery is always a delight when found as an old, quirky friend, a freshly washed bill in the dryer or, for me last Christmas, lyrics to the holiday classic “The Little Drummer Boy.” As I listened to a popular a cappella group sing this familiar story, their unique rendition clearly revealed its message: a young boy earnestly beats […]

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