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Toil with Thanksgiving

Toil with Thanksgiving

As a four-year-old in preschool, our third daughter, Bentley, already believed she could “pass” over the parts of life she hoped to avoid. One day, the PE teacher led the students outside to play soccer when he noticed Bentley sitting against the wall of the school, contentedly watching. He approached her and said, “Bentley, it is time for soccer.” She…

The Unfairness of it All

The Unfairness of it All

The timing of the hard questions never feels right; the ones about blindness or being different. While I strive to be open and approachable to Logan, her questions often catch me off-guard. I hope I have the ‘right’ answers, but mostly just try to reply with gentleness, truth and a calm, reassuring love. But when I’m reading to her at…

Big Realities

Big Realities

A couple of days ago, one of our daughter’s best friends noticed the scars on my shoulder and front of my arm. I saw her eyes fix on me, and hoped to myself that she wouldn’t ask what happened. It isn’t that I mind being asked what happened to my shoulder and arm; I don’t. The problem is that reality…

Twelve Cents

Twelve Cents

Breakfast was on the table. Eggs, muffins and bananas. I had woken up early to go running while the kids were still asleep and before Patrick left for work. It was the middle of summer, and once the kids woke up any chance for ‘me’ time would disappear. I was at the kitchen table, sweaty from my run, opening up…