How a Lost Stuffed Animal Taught Me to Love Well

We shuffled forward, inch by inch, until we were at the front of the line. A short man in a black suit jacket called us to his register. While the boys played under and around the counter, the man issued us our hotel keys. I took in my surroundings, marveling at the ornate lobby in […]

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On Playing your Note

I took my boys to the Christmas concert at church on Sunday afternoon, our first time going. At four and six years old, I hoped they could sit through an hour of beautiful musical performances. They burned off some extra energy at the reception beforehand, running around the tables with their little friends and sneaking […]

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