When Rusty arrived Wednesday morning he mentioned that he and Jacob were heading to Longview to buy a rake. (Note: this would be some sort of farm equipment–not your standard yard rake for autumn leaves.) George turned to Jacob and asked, “What are you going to buy in Longview?” Before he could answer I whispered, […]
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A few days ago George and Jacob took an evening stroll through the neighborhood. George directed Jacob’s attention to a small puffy cloud glowing with golden-orange-pink fire. Jacob said, “I wish I were God.” “Why’d you say that?” “So I could eat that cloud.”
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For twelve years a flower pot has adorned my dressertop. It was lovingly decorated for me for Mother’s Day by the nine-year-old version of Luke. The school art teacher provided the materials, but she was absent the day the children created their designs. Had it not been for the non-watchful eyes of an apathetic substitute,
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Last night George, Jacob, and I were enjoying a nice dinner, when Jacob suddenly announced he couldn’t eat any more because something was stuck in his throat. Me: “I know what’s stuck in your throat. It’s just the words you were about to say. You were going to say, ‘Oh, Mom. Your beauty flows out
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Last night George made chili. It was quite tasty and altogether satisfying, except for one tiny episode. There the three of us sat, spooning dainty mouthfuls of steaming chili into our dainty mouths, when Jacob suddenly stiffened, slammed his spoon down, and bellowed, “Bad bean!” If there’s one thing Jacob doesn’t like, it’s dropping food
We make up lots of songs around here. They sort of serve as an original sound track for life. I have to confess, though, the main reason I like to do this is Jacob. A couple nights ago we were about to eat dinner, but he was having a little strong-willed moment and refusing to
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This evening Jacob and I dined alone. I thought you might enjoy a transcript of our conversation: I bless the food and start eating. He sits there staring at his plate. Me: Aren’t you going to eat? Jacob: I can’t without help. Me: Yes, you can. You do it all the time. Jacob: My muscle
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When he entered the kitchen this morning, I was on my knees wiping the floor with a wet paper towel. “What happened?” “Oh, I dropped that . . . thing . . . the dealie that the coffee goes into when you grind it. What would you call it?” He pointed. “This? It’s a habernaculum.”
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Three entries ago I mentioned a phone call and a voice from the past. I also promised to tell a story. Well, gather ’round, children. What you are about to read is true. Once upon a time, a college student named Amy lived with us. In fact, if you search the ancient scrolls of this
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If you know me at all, you know I love to laugh. In my world, all laughter is good. But there is a definite hierarchy of hilarity, and laughter shared with loved ones ranks among life’s chiefest pleasures. My daughter Grace and I share some interesting familial traits. Our brains work the same way, and
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