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thanksgiving day is coming to a close.  a parade was watched, wanna-a-be donuts eaten, appetizers prepared and served, games played, more food cooked (i feel a bit as though i spent the entire day in the kitchen!), a grand feast had, cleanup done by many, the best pies in the entire world enjoyed, a christmas… Continue reading the close of a good day.

as i jogged past their red brick house this morning, i remembered what today marks. a year ago today was the first day of sitting in court.  i prayed.  i watched.  i squeezed my aunt’s hand in nervousness.  a year ago tomorrow was the first day that i watched as we all responded so differently. … Continue reading a year ago.

today is monday.  thursday is thanksgiving.  this means that today started the holiday week. AND I’VE NEVER BEEN SO THANKFUL FOR A HOLIDAY TO ARRIVE. no really, i’m serious.  i think that perhaps tears almost came to my eyes on saturday when i remembered what this week was and what it would mean.  a few… Continue reading hello thanksgiving week. i’m glad you’re here.

when pity comes creeping in and heartache tries to crush my spirit and longings overwhelm and sadness wants to be my portion, i spend time with the little people i love so dearly.  they warm this heart. my morning companion as i readied the church for our sunday morning service. our little ballerina.  in the… Continue reading the babes.

i am the auntie of this darling creature. life doesn’t get much better.

this is one of those times that i open up this blog to add some words to this strange sort of communication even though inspiration is not present.  it’s been a few days and concerning a blog, silence isn’t very becoming, so i tell myself to muster something up to entertain and convince you to… Continue reading it’s good.

i always wanted to be one of them — one of the “big girls”, as they were so fondly dubbed.  to this little sister they were the coolest, had the most fun, shared the best secrets, and were everything i could ever hope to be.  i would stand with my nose pushed against the cold… Continue reading the older ones

she was the best friend after many awkward years.  the first day was spent looking at photos of where we came from and our insecure selves desperately tried to explain who we thought we were at the time.  i told her situations i was running from and fears i hadn’t conquered and she told me… Continue reading the macfarlane thing