October 4, 2016
TO the bloggers of 2005, 2006, and 2007

One decade ago, we were young mothers. We were writers. We were poets. We were artists. We were sharing our hearts, not our top tens. We treasured and responded to each comment, rather than responding to PR pitches. We left comments to build friendship, not to build traffic. We carefully selected creative words for titles, […]

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October 2, 2016
what it's like to never have writer's block

Writer's Block Someone asked me, "What do you do when writer's block ails you?" I blinked, surprised. Ideas float around me - in my sleep, the shower, the running path. Poignant lines bewitching titles full plots - I try to keep them. The only thing that blocks my way is Time. a poem by stephanie sheaffer

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October 3, 2015
Dear K, 9 years old

"I can't bear it." You folded your hands over your face in misery. We were reading the final chapters of "Charlotte's Web" and, though this is probably our third time reading it, your tender heart is not unmoved. You have always felt things deeply - observing tiny details in nature and faces. You wish for a […]

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February 1, 2015
not brave enough

Most days, I feel like I'm standing right on the brink of a cliff. I can shuffle my feet 360 degrees and run back to my snug "known" life of three healthy children. OR I can close my eyes and jump - welcoming a 4th baby into my body, taking over our lives and our hearts. […]

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January 10, 2015
public versus private

This post isn't about choosing a school system. It's about a journal on my white bedside table. Next to that is my Bible, written in and prayed over for the past fifteen years. There's almost always a library book there too. I still keep a video monitor so I can look in on my three sleeping beauties […]

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June 22, 2014
If I could make a living out of loving you, I'd be a millionaire in a week or two

Dear Tim, I just realized we've been together longer than we've been apart. I was sixteen when you surveyed that Algebra classroom and chose the seat next to mine. How could I have known that a blonde-haired boy would forever change the course of my life? But then again, you have always been full of […]

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