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a grief that can’t be spoken.
There is no ranking of mass casualty – and all of the massacres that we continue to witness defy all humanity. Even with that knowledge though, my heart and my head keep turning to Uvalde, thinking about it, reading what has happened, praying over these children and teachers and families, trying to understand. This feels […]
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seeing the miracle of my orchids.
I’ve turned into quite the plant lady during this pandemic and my planting and porch gardening are soothing in ways I never expected. It is calming for this *very* anxious soul – whose anxiety (like everyone else’s) has certainly intensified times a thousand since March of 2020. (And my Sara Bug has JUST sent me […]
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emily dickinson was a baker.
Growing up, whenever I was assigned to write a biographical report on a historical figure, I would always choose female writers and poets. I wrote about Sylvia Plath, Anais Nin, The Bronte Sisters, Emily Dickinson. . . As I’ve returned to school intending to one day teach literature, I look forward to teaching the works […]
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and now it’s time to dance.
In the past several days, I’ve wrapped up my spring semester – and I am deeply grateful to have made President’s List grades this term. It was very *very* stressful at times with the sepsis/surgery/weeklong hospitalization that found me unexpectedly midterm. Managing to finish well was purely God’s grace, amazing professors, my wonderful family, and […]
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heavy & honest things.
The notes for this post have grown – and found several unexpected turns – in the past few weeks as I’ve been wrapping up Spring Semester. It’s always a wild ride at the end of term – but this one especially since I had some pretty substantial hospital and sick time so I had projects […]
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what is this life. . . (from a grateful little spoonie)
Some 25 years ago, high school senior Miranda saved my Mississippi State letters and goodies from trips over to visit campus in my scrapbook (that is now a bit, umm, aged – like its owner. hehe). Later, I would be so upset when I didn’t get to go – and I certainly could have never […]
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he made green.
And the moon is a sliver of silverLike a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter’s shopAnd every house must have it’s builderAnd I awoke in the house of GodWhere the windows are mornings and eveningsStretched from the sunAcross the sky north to southAnd on my way to early meetingI heard the rocks […]
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there goes my hero.
With the recent passing of Taylor Hawkins of Foo Fighters (a tremendous and heartbreaking loss), Ryan Bingham posted this beautiful, haunting cover of “My Hero” that has been in my head since I heard it. It has stayed with me as I had the opportunity – a dream really – to be on a Zoom […]
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feeling the ill part of this chronic business.
I’ve been chasing myself these past several days since discharge, getting caught up with school from the hospital while these antibiotics are kicking my arse and I am so freaking tired (it never fails). That said, I was on the phone with my husband while he was at work one day last week when my […]
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home, home, home.
After an eight day stay, I have finally been discharged home – to my peoples and my Henry and my cozy spot and a body that keeps collapsing to lots and lots of sleep. I am exhausted. Oh my word, I am so happy to be home. As with my previous rounds of sepsis and […]
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the autoimmune hippie. 