The Jesus People

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You come out to the back yard and lower yourself into an Adirondack chair, close your eyes, and turn your face to the August sun. You are 24 days postpartum, and you’ve come out here to escape. Inside your house are eight people and all of them want something from...

Holy Week 1: Lament for a Son

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In late November, I bring Jane up the steps to her friend’s house for a birthday party. I’m planning to just drop her off because I need to go to the credit union to deposit some checks. My friend Karen is inside, dropping off her daughter, too. She’s been traveling....

Vesta

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This afternoon, I took Jack and Jane shopping and left my in-laws at home with the babies. (God bless them, they trek down here every Monday to help me out.) My mother-in-law and I had dinner prepped before I left, so it would be easy to get it on the table when I got...

Hallelujah

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Cue the Hallelujah Chorus: the babies are sleeping through the night. Last week, we moved them out of our room and into the kids’ room. It might be the best parenting decision we’ve ever made. All of a sudden, they started sleeping eight or nine hours a...

Cold Season

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The babies have colds. Again. Just when I thought they were getting better, they got worse instead. Ben has had a cough for nearly a month now, and Luke is a little mucus factory with snot slugs trailing from his nose into his mouth. I can’t wipe it away fast enough....