chapter two

"I'm a little bit scared," he said quietly in the dark of my bedroom.I looked over and from the moonlight shining in the window I saw his curly head poking out of my blankets he had burrowed under. “What are you scared of?” I asked softly.There was a pause. In that moment, I wondered what was about to come out of my little boy’s mouth. He was weeks away from his world changing yet again....

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The Best Worst Christmas Ever

We had the worst. Christmas. Ever. If it could go wrong, it did; [x] Our beloved class pet escaped and seems to be gone forever; [x] Our Christmas plans got canceled because of the death in the family of my friend, which meant that we were home, thankfully, when on Christmas Eve; [x] Our house almost burned to the ground (maybe a slight exaggeration but the possibility was there. The power cable...

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stolen

In 2005 we were living in the Philippines. Todd had left with the other pilot for a 10-day long trip to fly a medical team to a remote island and back. Up until this point I had gone on most flights with them, but because of the small plane and larger medical team, I had to stay behind, alone. They left on a Sunday, and Monday I came home at lunch from my office to find that our home had been broken...

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Again

Life is such a beautiful, broken, messy thing. It's been over a year since I've written anything. No blog. No articles. No book. No grocery list. Maybe that last one is stretching it a bit. I have spent the last 3 years rediscovering who I am, what is in my soul, and what I'm going to do with this life I'm left with. It's been 3 years and almost 2 months since my world shattered around me....

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the dance

When I was a kid I danced around the house. A lot. It was my favorite way to irritate my parents. I remember watching Stephanie Tanner dance on Full House and it was all I could do to sit still while she danced. I feel like dance has always been a part of me, although because I’ve had hip problems since birth, and because we grew up poor-ish, dance class was never an option growing up. In college...

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two plus love

Tonight I am laying in bed awake. Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of my husband's death. Is that how you say it? Is it an anniversary or is there some other way I should say that? I don't actually know the proper way to talk about death still. Tomorrow, I will refer to his death using the plural: "years." "Years" sounds like a long time. "Years" sounds like I should have learned the proper...

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