Tag: NaPoWriMo
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Lenten Jar
Our Lenten jar is a sparkling vase. It sits empty Ash Wednesday morning in the center of the table, waiting to be filled. The kids aren’t sure we can do it: by Holy Saturday foil-wrapped bits of chocolate rise above the rim, waiting to be hidden, found, unwrapped, enjoyed: a testament to the good works…
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baby feet
How can two feet be loved this much? They make me weak, those feet. The tops are smooth like rock centuries under the falls. The bottoms, soft, ripe pears. I love to play peek-a-boo with them over my eyes, to hold them, squeeze them, count the toes! He still plays with them and chews on…
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Daily Work
Perfection tells me I can get ahead – I can keep the kitchen crumbless and sparkling, the food prepped, the glass refilled, the diaper dry, the laundry washed, dried, folded, stacked, shelved, or hung. The infant tells me time is running out – the invisible clock hovers above my head always ticking the seconds from…
Amy Secrist 