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Bad Knee, Good Soul
The knee is bad for a while, all puffed up, like there’s a golf ball bean bag just under the skin. It doesn’t hurt. But it’s grotesque. The kids like to poke at it like a jelly fish that’s washed up...
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Perfect Faith Not Required
“You sure have a unique stride there,” he says, gliding to a stop beside me on the path, sitting low-to-the ground on his three-wheel, aerodynamic bike. “It’s neat though, real neat,” he adds quickly....
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For the Medusa Mother Days {or, When You Need to Pray for Spiritual Growth}
I dumped the entire contents of the paper recycling box onto the kitchen floor. On purpose. And then, with my slipper, I scattered the Best Buy flyers and the sports sections and the torn envelopes...
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When Advent’s Not All Pretty and Perfect
It begins with inappropriate words uttered over the breakfast table, followed by a discussion of those inappropriate words, followed by a retraction of the promised ice cream outing to Ivanna Cone...
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How to Be Done with Not Enough
I recently whitened my teeth for the first time ever. And the last. Two hours after I’d dropped the gooey, used strips into the trashcan, I was standing at the stove when a jolt of white hot pain...
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