Luxurious normality surrounds us in the middle of a city full of loss. We are counting our blessings. One by one.
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To my first on his 14th, 15th, and 16th
Dear John, Happy Sweet 16th, sweet boy. You are now taller than me and your dad. You can pick me up. You have a job. You built a motorized b...
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Today I got one of the most interesting student-teacher holiday gifts I've ever received: A copy of The Noble Qur'An in the English... -
Well, for those of you who aren’t on Facebook or aren’t in the family, here is a plethora of important yet woefully non-poetic Becker Famil... -
... I may never get anything done again ever. Like, ever ever ever . Case in point: This garden project. First, I nursed the tomatoes fro...
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