The Year of Koinonia
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moreHappy May! How to Make a Better Future
On Wednesday, May 01 st, 2013A better future always simply begins — in a series of prayerful nows. :: :: “If you cannot find time to pray, ask for forgiveness. Ask to be cle...
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moreWhy You need an Island of Quiet right now
On Wednesday, March 27 th, 2013Sunday, there’d been the crowning, the waving of the palms. Monday, then the cleansing, the cursing of the fig. Tuesday, the conflict, the plotting of the Pharisee. Then come Thursday — there would be the communion, the breaking of the bread. And Friday, the crucifixion, the hanging of the impossible dead. And at no point could anyone have imag...
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moreWhen You are Weary of Vanilla Christianity
On Wednesday, January 16 th, 2013For some ridiculous reason, I keep carrying around green sparkly earrings in my purse. Like I’m hoping someday that I’ll get to wear them — and there just ain’t no Dave Brown way that’s going to happen this side of the great divide and I’m the best with this. Big Mama, she’d wrapped them up and sent them from the great state of Texas ...
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more2012: A Year in Photos {and 7 Links for 2013}
On Saturday, December 29 th, 2012From calendar page to calendar page, the moments are our lives and the years are blinks. {just a few photos from the farm and 2012:} ...
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moreWhat We All Need to Really Breathe
On Tuesday, November 13 th, 2012Six times my mama lies in ER this past week, waiting news. Good doctors can have degrees and no answers. My sister gives up long days and advocates on knees and in waiting rooms and Mama and her, they sing hymns and drown out clocks and fears. I rub Mama’s feet during the short nights and the late watches. I massage th...
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moreThe Best Way to Handle Hunger Cravings {The Pumpkin Cannon Edition: Fridays on the Farm}
On Friday, September 28 th, 2012The men brought the pumpkin cannon. And all the church ladies brought pie, 160 pies. We made peach. And my brother rolled out of bed in the 2 am dark to begin the pig roast under stars. ...
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moreBecause We All Have These Days: When We’re Just Hanging on by a String
On Wednesday, September 26 th, 2012I crack the eggs and the pan sizzles and there’s a kid hanging upside down off the couch, trying to knit a scarf. “Remember to use the plastic spatula and not the steel one, Mama? Remember what Dad said?” And her curls are all hanging down touching the floor and she’s doing a row of pearl with the blood all running way too fast to her face. I switch spat...
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moreThe Truth about Really Having it All
On Friday, September 21 st, 2012I t was after the waves. After the waves of contractions, after the waves of blow out diapers and wet nursing pads that leaked through the let downs and the damp spit blankets that piled high at the bedroom door. Long after the waves of colic at 3 am and the 4:30 am crying, both the swaddl...
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moreWhat Women Need to Say to Each Other… because it’s what every woman needs to hear
On Friday, September 14 th, 2012IIt’s when you came up behind me and put your arms around me in the kitchen last night while I was making food for your Dad. The way you laid your head on my shoulder and you held me, mama in the daughter arms after all these thirteen years. I reached up and laid my hand on your cheek, and it only takes a moment and mother and a daughter aren’t far apart anymore. Yo...
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moreThe 1 Habit We Can’t Afford to Forget
On Wednesday, September 12 th, 2012It’s after the Farmer checks over the combine that I crawl in the cab, in beside him in that ratty old t-shirt. Something about a man who wears his work with no shame. “Ride a few rounds with me?” The engine’s drowning out that quiet voice of his. I sit closer, my shoulder pressing against his. ...
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moreThe Importance of Putting the Camera Down… Just Now & Then
On Tuesday, September 11 th, 2012Summer holds on a bit and really, who can mind the clinging? When we pack up the kids and head to the woods, we drive tent pegs into the earth, and we walk in bare feet and it is right like this. ...
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moreWhen You’re Broken & Don’t Know Where to Go:
On Thursday, August 30 th, 2012When she was standing there in the spring, under the blaze of the blooming trees, I could remember 13. I could remember the burn of the unfurl, and how the becoming sears, and how does a mother help a daughter light? How does a woman be a light? We had walked down to the water’s edge. ...
