Category Archives: musings

Front Porch Mornings

Summer mornings, for me, have typically included stepping out onto the roads before the sun crests the horizon. I spend an hour or so, pounding the pavement and clearing my head with the sounds of early morning work crews rushing by. On the roads, I am lost in thought, lost in podcasts, lost in the

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Adulthood

(Chad wrote the words below late last night. As much as I’d like to give him ‘the last word’, it only seems fair that I offer my two cents. My responses in bold.) Summer and I were talking the other day when she mentioned “On Sunday we’ll have been married 18 years!” First, the fact

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Spring & Winter

This month. Six weeks, really. Six weeks and three days, actually. Not that I’m counting. (Yes, I am.) I’m counting the minutes, the hours, the days. The minutes seem like hours. The hours, like days. Days, like weeks. I hobble along on crutches. Reaching for this and for that. Everything takes longer. Everything feels harder.

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I’ll Never Know

I wake surrounded by darkness and she’s gone. . . Again. I fight to remember the details, but they disappear like steam rising off a pond in the early morning hours. The dream is foggy, as if I am watching through barely open eyes. A tiny glimpse, a distant memory, a shooting star flying across

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