Even the orange juice is holy, I thought this morning when I poured it at breakfast. Bright orange in the goblet, the taste sharp on the tongue, bittersweet, pure. I’ve been looking for the small things, the moments of joy. The two yellow sunflowers bending above our tangled garden mass. The bright zinnia heads–their stems […]
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One of my sisters, after reading Turtle Heart, commented on how her own perspective of some things we experienced together was very different than the perspective I revealed. For example, I write about feeling scared of my dad as a child. To her, Dad was the fun parent, and she never thought of feeling scared
Launch Week is over and all the busyness of getting a book published has lulled a bit. I still have writing and marketing tasks to work on, but they don’t feel urgent. As a sort of relaxing pseudo-vacation, I drove with Ivan to Grand Rapids, Michigan, where he attended Shed Builders Expo, and I took
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My little girl kicks energetically in her bouncy seat. Sometimes when she looks at me with her bright smile and trusting eyes, I feel bad and guilty–like I am unworthy of such love. I’m not a perfect mom. I have been struggling with so many feelings of inadequacy since launching Turtle Heart. Not just inadequacy
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I haven’t been sleeping well lately. And no, I can’t blame it on Annalise. She has her okay nights and her excellent nights, but generally she lets me have plenty of sleep. Annoyingly, I am doing this to myself. I lie awake nights, trying not to wake Ivan on the bed beside me, thinking about
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