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Anniversary
Each morning this week, my husband and I have woken early and walked together. With our two sons back in school, the daily rhythm of our life has shifted. We’ve gone from twenty years of being...
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Cleaning
White vinegar, Citrasolv, and water. This is my cleaning solution of choice, and cleaning, it turns out, is about all I’m good for these days. There are plenty of other things I should be working on,...
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“Stop”
It was unfamiliar, the strong, clear inner voice that spoke so sternly to me yesterday morning as I woke up from the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks. And the words surprised me. “Stop....
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“You have what I want.”
Every morning, I come downstairs and do the same thing: look out the window and greet the mountains, put on a pot of coffee, flip open my laptop, check the weather, scan my email. The first letter I...
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Mindful Snow Day
My husband and I were waiting at the gate, eager to see if a month overseas had changed our boy. He had turned twenty-one in December and then left us, just two weeks later, to join a group of fellow...
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The treasure of an ordinary day
It was the softest of mornings, the quietest of sunrises, the loveliest day to step out into. I cherish these September days — the silky air, the damp, sweet scent of summer succumbing to fall. I...
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Berries
As a child, I lived next door to an elderly couple who spent their golden years cultivating gorgeous roses, raising chickens, growing strawberries, and nurturing a special friendship with my little...
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A Birthday About Giving Back: The Gifts are for YOU
It’s the one part of the publishing process that I truly dread: sending my unedited, ink-just-barely-dry-on-the-page manuscript out into the world. Well, not quite into the world, but to a small...
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Inhabiting a moment
“Everything that is not written down disappears except for certain imperishable moments, people and scenes.” — James Salter, “The Art of Fiction No. 133,” The Paris Review On the bed where I sit...
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Summer afternoon
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” Henry James I took a long walk yesterday, listening on my headphones...
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best books for mindful parents— and a give-away
Twenty-five years ago, as a new mother trying to figure out what kind of mom I wanted to be, I went in search of books to guide me. I hoped to find some wise mothering mentors who could shine a light...
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an anniversary, a recipe, a gift
Twenty years ago this week, in a world quite different from the one we inhabit now, my first book was published. The title, Mitten Strings for God, was inspired by my son Jack, the rambunctious one in...
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we remember moments
The days, at last, are lengthening. When I step outside for the sunrise now it’s both earlier and noisier. The birds, including a few hardy robins and bluebirds, are back and they are busy calling...
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