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finding home

I felt it this weekend. Home. I sat high in the football stand, scanning the crowd below, watching the players move the ball. I knew in that moment I was in love–with a town, as if love could be as wide as streets and people and fight songs and friends. I’m terrified to admit this. […]

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The Whir of the Door

They are doing construction in the gravel parking lot in front of our home, so I’m hearing new noises as I write. I was partway through my word count today when a noise startled me–not because it was loud, but because it reminded me of something. It took me some time to locate the noise […]

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