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  • How to handle (parent) temper-tantrums

    On Tuesday, August 21 st, 2012
    ‘M y boys come in from the barn. I lay out bread. They banter, hard, the brother-scrape. One of the boys tosses in slices of bread for toast, careless. I set out plates in sun. The Tall-son lathers butter on toast, but only his. I notice. “Son, your brother? Could you butter his toast?” He
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  • 10 Ways to be a Happier Mom

    On Wednesday, August 15 th, 2012
    10 Ways to be a Happier Mom   1. Life is not an emergency. Life’s a gift. Just. Slow. Down.   2. Now is not a forever grace but amazing grace. Do whatever it takes to wake to wonder right here.   3. Sometimes the slowest way is the fastest way to joy. Make time
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  • The Very Best Way to Schedule Your Life {The Law of Life}

    On Thursday, August 09 th, 2012
    I confess, it felt counter-intuitive—just plain wrong. Just plain, straight out wrong to bend over each strawberry plant, press the delicate white petals —  and all subsequent hopes of fleshy scarlet sweet —  press between thumb and index finger — and then just pluck it off.   I had forced myself on because of the
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  • how the size of your house has nothing to do with the size of your life

    On Tuesday, July 03 rd, 2012
    After such a week as last week, I’m feeling very small & hushed & I’ve slipped away to the woods with the Farmer & kids. Thank you for prayers last week, for grace as our family tucks away quiet for just a few days…and we’re delighted to invite you up to the front porch to share
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  • when you are feeling overwhelmed…

    On Friday, June 15 th, 2012
    When a sparrow gets caught behind the couch, it’s the light at the other end, behind the poor thing, that we keep trying to turn that one pounding heart towards. Because the thing is and don’t I know it: If you’re turned the wrong way, you can’t see the light at the end of the
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  • A Mother’s Perfect Work

    On Thursday, June 14 th, 2012
    Seven. She wakes up this morning that number of perfection and I don’t ask where time goes when she crawls into my bed, her nose crinkled in this giddy giggling. She had told me yesterday, “Let’s all be the happiest today — because it’s the last day I’ll ever, ever be six.” And I had
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  • When You Feel like Your Life’s a Mess …. The Real Truth About Your Dirt

    On Thursday, May 17 th, 2012
    When he walks through the kitchen with his hair showered clean but his face looking like that, I just have to laugh. “What?” he says. “Really, I showered, Mom, I did.” Levi stands indignant, hands on hip, and I nod half serious. “You showered?” “Yes, Mom! It’s only my clothes that are dirty.” He’s been picking
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  • A Perfect DIY Mother’s Day …………… {or “How to make Your Own R&R Day”}

    On Saturday, May 12 th, 2012
    Because there are days when every mother — every woman – just needs to have her own perfect little DIY project: 1.  Go for walk just anywhere quiet, just for a moment — somewhere this weekend, go for a walk?   2.Turn on the music: Fill the house and your heart and mind and bones
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  • Why We Honor You This Mother’s Day: Because You Really Mother Thousands

    On Friday, May 11 th, 2012
      Because there’s something about the sound of opening up a bag of seeds in spring. Something about holding a promise right there in the palm of your hand. And the Farmer’s whole tilled field, she’s laid right open, expectant and waiting. The Farmer’s got his Wranglers on and he’s got his hands into those
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  • Because this is the Truth about the real “Mother’s Day Card Mothers”

    On Wednesday, May 09 th, 2012
    I became a mother on the eve of Mother’s Day. And when they placed that vernix-covered, wrinkled babe into my 21-year old arms that muggy Saturday evening in May, no wave of relief, or ecstasy washed over me. Being the first to caress another human being’s cheek, I only felt raw, unadulterated, strangling terror. If
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  • The Habit of a Mother Who Changes The World

    On Tuesday, May 08 th, 2012
    Houses may be bought, built, or borrowed. But homes can only be made. And  only with bits of ourselves. The kids and I sit together close in a house with dishes on the counter and read about painters and artists and look at a flock of ducks, preened and nestled, a painting, oil on canvas. The
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  • How Everyone Can Be An Optimist

    On Wednesday, May 02 nd, 2012
    My Grandma Barbara Ruth, she ever only saw a cup one way. Didn’t matter if the tea’d been poured out or if the sky’d tipped over or the tap was still running loud. Every cup she ever held or tipped back or drank from, they were all right empty as far as she was concerned.
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