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A can of worms: the totality of the Word…

I am in the throes of a chapter that I woke in the middle of the night to add to my manuscript. I am exhausted from thinking. The chapter is about Eve. From the garden. I have questions, and I am sad about the state of the world. I won’t divulge the contents of this chapter, but it has me asking a million questions. Questions that won’t fit into this chapter. Or this blog. And I don’t want you to …

Carl's jr shows no respect for women
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Dear 999,999 moms.com,

I am a conservative Christian mom of 6. My oldest is 20. My youngest is 1. I am a biological mom. I am an adoptive mom. I am a foster mom. My family is mutli-cultural. I have home schooled. I have unschooled. I have tried public school. I have tried private. I love my husband. I vote pro-life and pro-family. I give 10%. I read Dobson. I have a three car garage and a swimming pool. I can’t afford health …

A nose by any other name...
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A nose by any other name…

A long-running joke in my family is that my nose is simply for decoration. It doesn’t work. I can’t remember a time it ever did. It’s not allergies or seasonal. It just is a stubborn, stuffy, finicky appendage on my face. It’s not runny; it just tends to slam shut – constantly. I snore, and I mouth breath. My sister has the same affliction. We are addicted to nasal spray. Once when she pulled up next to me in her …

Y'all listen up now, ya hear? 2 road ahead
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Y’all listen up now, ya hear?

Here in Texas, we have a way of destroying the boundaries of solid grammatical truths.  Years ago, when my parents were living in Venezuela, I left a message with my dad’s secretary.  Once the message was relayed it became a big joke that she had understood that I needed help repairing something.  Actually, what I said was, “I was fixing to go out of town.” Y’all may not get that if you’re not from ’round here. My Utahan grandmother used to …

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Busywork: Letting Go, Letting God

The Busywork of Stopping Me I wonder what wonderful things God could get done if He didn’t have to mess with the busywork of stopping me. The searing pain was second only to the acidic burn perforating a hole in my brain. Words do not do the fiasco justice.  I had suffered from a sinus infection for two weeks.  I had two days until I was to travel, alone, well with my mom, but no kids, to California for The …