Tag: christmas
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The Weird One
“Mom,” my seven-year-old began, “someone called me weird.” The most precious pieces of my daughter’s heart fly gumptiously out of her mouth during our four weekly commutes to her dance studio. While the surge of adrenaline lingers alongside the remains of stale french fries and the screech of singing cats, she reveals the day’s truth.…
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The Reindeer.
Evil will riddle anxious sorrow unless smacked with deep, healing love. My daughters woke up one Saturday morning ending my journal time and proudly proclaiming a pajama day. Both in their Christmas footie jammies, they vowed to eat chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast and begged to watch “White Christmas.” A touch early by some standards,…
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