Reflection
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Behind the Puddle | When a House Becomes Home Again
Sometimes what makes a room feel like home has very little to do with what we put inside it. Tonight, I’m sitting in our upstairs living room, looking at a Christmas tree that Brian put up to help me feel comfortable in a space I haven’t really lived in for years. It isn’t our big… Continue reading
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Puddle Stories | Apparently, It Wasn’t Finished Yet
Well, it appears that I may have been a little premature in writing the obituary for our basement refrigerator. For those who followed along with my 4:15 AM reflections on the apparent passing of a twenty-some-year-old General Electric refrigerator, I have an update. Apparently, the refrigerator had not actually reached the end of its useful… Continue reading
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Behind the Puddle | The Dates We Carry
On death anniversaries, remembrance, and the different ways we hold the people and lives that came before. October 15, 1977, is a date I have carried with me for almost forty-nine years. It is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister was ten, almost eleven, and my mom wasn’t yet… Continue reading
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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The Tree That Didn’t Wait for Christmas
A Reflection on Authenticity, Permission, and the Life We’re Living I would like to tell you that I waited until at least October 1st before my Christmas tree found its way into the corner of my room. But if we’re being honest, it had been there since September 22nd. The first day of autumn had… Continue reading