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The Good Sick Day
The gagging rapidly approached. I shot up from a deep sleep to dig defensively against my exhaustion. The bright red clock glowed, “4:30 AM.” “MO-GAG-MMY-GAG,” my daughter heaved. “I-GAG-DON’T-GAG-FEEL-GAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG…” Up and out to usher her away from my room, I prayed my toes would remain in tact and my shins wouldn’t be shattered by the…
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The Auto-Correct
“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!!!!” One sister yelled. “YESSSSSSS YOUUUUUUU DIIIIIIIID-AAAAAAAA,” the other retorted. “WELL THEN YOU HEARD ME WRRRRROOOONNNGGGG-AAAAAA,” she snapped back. “Ugh,” I sighed, listening to them pile frustrated syllables on top of simple words, “they’ve BOTH gotten that from me.” Faces twisted into eccentric versions of craziness, both seethingly glared into the review…
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The Space
“Mom-can-I-be-a-milk-buyer-today?” My Kindergartener rapid-fire demanded. “No,” I hurried, “I still haven’t put more lunch money in your account, sweetie…” “WE DON’T HAVE TO PAY, MOM!!!” She once again informed me, with her face all scrunched up and frustrated as she reenacted her walk up to the lunch line to tell the cashier she’s a milk buyer.…
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The Preview of “The Space…”
God gave us grace to enjoy this place. The space He creates to replace our race …just for a little while. Life’s rip current can relentlessly grip and pull… It’s essential to bask in the space of blessings. Where time stops …and minutes stretch. Joy’s beach. Waves of emotion may ebb and flow, and even…
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The Driftwood
“MOM!” I could tell Lo was annoyed before I laid eyes on her “scrunchy-face.” “Daddy is counting wrong to vacation,” she huffed. Her daddy might actually be counting right, but it’s not the way I count. Once the day is here, I don’t count it. And, I don’t count the first day of vacation as…
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