Tag Archives: Hard things

Grace for dropped stitches

Well hi there! Things around here have been more than a bit hectic for the last few weeks, as evidenced by the total lack of activity on this little blog–not least because a certain young man has started to not … Continue reading

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The privilege of being buried

I expect that my son will bury me someday, and not the other way around. Anything can happen, of course, and nothing is guaranteed to any of us, but as a mother in the United States in 2017, this is … Continue reading

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Wendy Whale for President

Just to be clear, this is not about politics. It’s about the fact that Wendy Whale is probably responsible for my sanity still being relatively intact, and as such I am her biggest fan. She was made by Gund, she’s … Continue reading

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The healthiest baby in the NICU

As I mentioned once before, Asher had to go to the NICU for about 12 hours after he was born. However, he was born at 4:23 pm, and didn’t go to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) until about midnight … Continue reading

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