permission to be disappointed

As this pregnancy winds down (or ramps up), I’ve had this idea for something I’ve wanted to write about for several months but it’s felt risky to say out loud. And at the same time, it feels risky to not say it because soon I might forget that the feeling even existed. So, here we…

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that blue chair

We are mostly settled into the bungalow over here. As much as my instinct was to settle in at a turtle-like speed, the boys I live with insisted we be done with it already. Mike did his insisting with patient but clear language. Luke has done his insisting by attempting to use the power drill as a…

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