Hot Air Balloons

I drove into work. Off in the distance, there painted in the sky was a memory. Maybe not painted so much as dotted. There were specks of bright colored silk scattered in the distance contrasted by the dark silhouette of the foothills behind them. On early summer mornings it’s...
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“Double R”

For the first few months after Rylie died, I’d often tell people that I was playing pretend. It was easy to pretend she was away at camp. It was easy to pretend she was spending the night with friends. I could make up all sorts of stories. As time...
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Trampolines

Twice on my walk recently, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Both times by trampolines. Okay that’s weird, I get it, but it happened. Twice in the same twenty minute walk. The first time there was a little glimmer in the corner of my eye. A quick flash...
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Puking on Paper

I used to get up everyday and stand in front of a classroom of anywhere from 26 to 60 students at a time. There were days when I was in front, leading the charge. There were days when I was alongside, just close enough to provide a sense of...
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Cancelling

Since we ended up staying local for the holidays, I made my best effort to plan little activities each day that would keep the three of us engaged and give us a sense of some fun. In all honesty, some of it worked, but much of it I had...
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The Back of Her Head

There are two pictures that adorn our house that I just love. Both are of Rylie when she was little. Both are just the back of her head. It seems strange to me that these are some of my favorite pictures of her, especially given the fact that one...
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Life Lessons from Social Media

I’ve been thinking a lot about social media lately. I truly have a love hate relationship with the medium. I love how it can be used for good – spreading messages of joy, sharing calls to action and inciting people to work together. I hate how I can wile...
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Tulips and Daffodils

Time is such a funny thing. Sometimes it passes so quickly that things that happened years ago feel like they were yesterday. Other times, it ticks away so slowly that it’s almost painful. As I sit here at my desk writing, I find it hard to believe that we...
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Choosing Celebration

~ Lessons from Handprint Animal Art ~ One summer when the kids were little, we visited our best friends who live in Indianapolis. They have two kids, one the same age as Tanner and one a few years younger. Both are boys. Needless to say Tanner was excited to...
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