In His Hand
The July sun was turning the sky orange when my 2-year-old son and I headed out to the chicken coop. As…
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The July sun was turning the sky orange when my 2-year-old son and I headed out to the chicken coop. As…
Continue ReadingWe’re swaying to the steady rhythm of the rocking chair, a nestled buoy bobbing with the current. My sweet baby…
Continue ReadingThese are the hands of my life. [not pictured: the other 15 people in the room whose hands we couldn’t…
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