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    The Best You Can

    February 10, 2020 It’s 8 o’clock on a Monday night, and I’m returning home from my ex-husband’s house. My eyes drift across the waterlogged windshield. Halos of lights making it impossible to look at the traffic head-on. Stigmatism. Makes night driving almost impossible. Add rain, and I’m done. I close my eyes at the redlight, exhaustion seeping in. I take…

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    A Good Day

    February 5, 2020 You’re incredible,” I say. “Why? I need reasons.” Keith responds. “Because it’s just who you are.” I look over. He’s opening his computer as I type. “Are you working?” I glance over as my fingers pitter-patter across my keyboard. “Aren’t you writing? What did you want me to do?” His face is all question marks. “Sit and…

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    Friendships

    February 1, 2020 The Starbucks seems packed but tables remain open. It’s a comfortable bustle, unintelligible conversation echoing up to the lofty ceiling with exposed beams, painted a sleek, steely black. I feel slightly guilty about my Venti Medicine Ball. Keith and I vowed to cut our Starbucks spending. I sip my tea and console myself with the fact that…

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    Beef and Bean Chili

    February 4, 2020 The teal seats are new and springy and firm. Yet, I sit on the edge, at attention. There are four identical arm chairs with rectangular, cross-stitched pillows in place of back cushions. All seated around a wide, round, marble-top coffee table. It’s amazing how comfortable churches have become. Not like the rigid, wood pews and brown metal…

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    Then and Now

    February 2, 2020 I stayed up late. 1:30 a.m. The current situation with my mom reminds me of mothering my babies. You stay up late because it’s the only time you get to yourself. You know you’ll regret it because the morning comes early, but you do it anyways. It’s 11:14 a.m., and mom is sitting in her wheelchair at…

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    Making Maps

    January 31, 2020 The morning starts with my oldest child’s admission of empathy. Typically, the door to this side of him is slammed shut and locked tight. I miss the eight-year-old who used to cry when we passed a homeless person on the street. Today, this door stands slightly ajar, poised to slam if I don’t tip-toe through it. “Her…

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    Stranger Danger

    January 30, 2020 We are at dinner. A dinner I threw together with frozen hashbrowns, eggs, spinach, and the baked-in flavor of a cast-iron skillet. Josiah’s seat is vacant. “Josiah!” I yell from the table. “Dinner!” His muffled new man-voice booms from the bathroom down the hall. “I’m using the bathroom!” Does every adolescent boy take four, forty-minute showers a…

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    The Measure of Success

    January 28, 2020 The most successful thing I achieved today? I faxed my mom’s Lung Cancer LDCT to Emory. That was the one goal I had to accomplish. I am congratulating myself for that small victory. You must understand. This was no simple feat. This was a three day affair that began on Friday. I call. “Yeah. Can you hold?…

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    The Car Ride Home

    January 27, 2020 When did I become the mother of a ten-year-old who says, “I’m hungry AF, mom” ? “Don’t say AF. That will go in the swear jar.” I say with absolute zero judgement. With a smile on his face, he buckles his seatbelt. “Well, I’m hungry.” “I’ve got almonds – salt and vinegar.” “Okay. What do they taste…

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    The Love Chapter

    January 26, 2020 The bulletin reads the LOVE chapter, I Corinthians, Chapter 13. I pause to study the words I’ve read and admired so many times. “Love is patient.Love is kind. It does not envy . . . “ I read on and on until I get to the part that says, “Love covers a multitude of sins.” The choir…