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Nov 25, 2016
The funny thing is that none of us remember the original prompt, now—it could have been outer space or video game or teeter totter, but we remember only purse, only the bizarre wrong thing it became when Adam gave up trying to guess.  I’m not sure what it is about our human nature that we store up wrongs. But here […]
192
Oct 21, 2016
Travel weary and temporarily keyless, we knock, feeling as dusty as the door, as parched as the plants.  I run my thumb along the delicate thinning edge of a swooping leaf, crisp and browned, like old parchment.  On the door, the vinyl letters have broken in places and begun to curl away, even as they still […]
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Sep 16, 2016
“I love you.” He says it slowly, the way he says everything, but lifting the word you, as if in emphasis.  It’s not enough just to fling the words into the air above her head and walk away.  He knows this.  Purposefulness has been a recent goal.  So instead, Adam bends his lean frame toward the […]
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Sep 2, 2016
Twinkle lights cast warm light over their cheeks, their tawny skin, their sun-gold hair. Â The summer breeze lifts long, errant strands—mermaid-streaked deep maroon-purple, steel blue. Â The girls slide their thumbs over their foreheads, corraling without thinking. Â As the day fades along the edges of the dinner hour and the five of us gather on the […]
195
Aug 12, 2016
“Where are you going?” He asks, in a voice muffled with sleep, a voice just on the edge of awareness. My hand stills on the doorknob. Â I turn back toward him, not much more than a shadow. “I’m goi–I can’t sleep.” Â My voice falls lightly. Â “I need to—I don’t want to keep you awake,” I […]
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Mar 25, 2016
In the early hours before the sun rises, we rise, and we’re so tired we move around in silence for a while, fumbling to make the bed, pressing back against sleepiness to dress for exercise before we find an excuse.  We’ve tried so hard for intentionality with regard to first things—time with God, time with each […]
197
Feb 12, 2016
There’s only ever been one perfect love; only one that didn’t come out all lopsided, with smudges all over the edges. Time races up behind me and I have no choice but to microwave the butter I forgot to take out ahead. Â I need it to cream, and ice-cold butter doesn’t cream. Â I unfold the […]
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Jan 8, 2016
Today, this extravagant Gift: Gently, he traces my cheekbone with the edge of his thumb, just lightly. Â It is a simple, wordless gesture, so powerfully warm as to thaw the edges of the day. “I know,” I say, “I have a nasty bump there,” thinking immediately of the blemish on my cheek, red and tender […]
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Sep 4, 2015
It only takes a moment for things to crumble. At day’s end, twilight throws last rosy beams across the kitchen table, lighting up flecks of glitter melted into the clear coat years ago during some school project, making Riley’s golden flyaways shine like a gossamer crown faintly visible on her forehead. Â She has just finished […]
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Aug 7, 2015
Stinging words curl through the grapevine like searing smoke, and I gasp, suffocating. Â I am distracted by a black storm, by the flicking tongue of a squint-eyed snake bent on spreading its own dark poison. Â The deception threatens the fixing of my eyes. Â Except. Except that God is my Father. Â And He hasn’t left me […]