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On Bouldering and Being Brave

We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that’s how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. Second son shouted from the top of every rock, “It’s so beautiful up here!” And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.Darling Girl insisted on jumping off or over every obstacle in her path, adamant that I not steady her. Wee Man took a running start over the edge of a boulder, only to break his fall with his sister’s kneecaps....

An Open Letter to my Mother-in-Law

(In the space of two short weeks, we’ve celebrated my husband’s birthday, our 12th anniversary, and Mother’s Day. This felt right today, to honor my mother-in-law the way she honors us. Don’t worry, I love my mom too – you’ll learn more about her tomorrow.) Dear Kris, Thirty-nine years you’ve had this boy (man), and for the last twelve, you’ve ever so graciously relinquished him to me. You embraced me into your family with all the attending chaos – the feet...

For You Who Have Loved Your Sisters

On this Thanksgiving, this day of joy and thanks living, we are sprawled around the home bearing the scars of our growing up and full to bursting with our memories. I have two sisters. (And a brother, but I’ve already told you about him.) We are sowed over the space of four years and we carry the same notes of DNA all written in a slightly different tune, the each of us. Between us, there are eleven babies scattered across fourteen years and...

Free

  Yesterday in church . . . (I was paying attention, I promise) . . . I really, truly, remembered that I used to fly helicopters. I closed my eyes – and for a heartbeat . . . I was free. I could see the ground fading away,  blue skies bursting through the windshield. I could feel the steady drumbeat of fully articulated rotor blades coursing through me. Climbing, up, up, and up . . . stomach dropping, soul soaring. I...

Kate

I have been absent lately. Vacation. Life. C.r.a.z.y. Today was a good day. I taught Wee Man how to laugh like an evil villain. Husband taught him how to dance. We went to an air show. It is the 70th birthday of the 101st Airborne division. So there were a whole lot of airplanes and helicopters and generally all the things that fly that make me the happiest. It was like old home week with me running around sitting in...

A Case of the Mondays.

I want to tell you about my first world problems. And then I’ll tell you why I am grateful, I promise. One: We have an old dog. Like one-hundred years old in dog years. Old. And he acts old. And he has old man pee. As in, he has to go to the bathroom a lot. And right away. So if you don’t let him out right away, he pees on the floor. And in our shiny new house, with...

Memorial Day …. Remembering.

Today is a day of remembering the dead …. But I believe with every ounce of my being that they live, and keep on living, if we each take part in the remembering.  In our memories. In photos, blogs, stories, in Facebook feeds.  In our fight to bring them home.  (Editor’s Note: As of May 14, 2012, there are still 1,666 Americans listed by the Defense  POW/Missing Personnel Office as missing and unaccounted for from the Vietnam War. The ongoing and...