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the other side of fear
Today I turn 35. For the first time in my life, I am not shocked to be here, still spinning on this precarious planet. I am not overwhelmed by the weight of my own mortality. I am not surprised to find that I have been given the gift of another year, as has always been my…
Read Morethis is the story i have to tell you
There are so many stories I want to tell you. Stories of our daughters’ births, lives, and deaths. Stories that have ended and stories that are just beginning. Some stories will take months and years before I can share. Some stories I will hold sacred and secret until the end of my days. But this is the story I…
Read Morei want them to be mine
The two girls I carry below my heart. The three boys who run circles around me all day long. I want them to be mine. I refer to them as such, of course. My twins. My sons. Our children. But oh, the flimsy power of possessive pronouns. They have never been mine to keep. I…
Read MoreWhen You Do Not Want To Give Thanks
It’s been a hard month, hasn’t it? In our small corner, it was the shock of twins. The exhaustion of early pregnancy. The darkness of morning sickness. And the upheaving of expectations. But in the wider world, it was Paris and Beirut and Syria and so many million more places where the earth is broken and…
Read MoreTHANK YOU! (and a few FAQs…)
Floored. We are so floored by the response to our news about the twins. Friends, family, strangers from across the globe – we’re amazed and humbled to think that you’re praying for us and our babies. (I still feel incredulous every time I make that word plural.) I can’t thank you enough for your kind…
Read Moreon being and breaking
Two big announcements today. (No, I am not pregnant!) But another kind of gestation. A pair of twins. For my work with the Collegeville Institute Seminars, I’m at work on a book of prayers, blessings, poems, and hymns on vocation – a collection for congregations to celebrate the callings of all their members. I’m so excited…
Read Moreseasons of infertility, years later
“Oh, honey!” She shrieked as she came running towards us, nightgown flapping. “Look at you!” I smiled, the meager smile of a large pregnant woman, bracing herself to hear the usual round of “you’re due when?!” or “you’re sure it’s not twins?” Be nice, I admonished myself. She’s a sweet neighbor. Let the comments be. But…
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