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Attention: please help!
Please go here (http://www.genevievenisly.blogspot.com ) and vote for Jamie Hurley, my oldest friend, and his wife-to-be, Faith, by e-mailing Genevieve (a wonderful wedding photographer I know) and...
View ArticleGood news, and reflection.
They won. Thanks for voting for my old friend and the girl he loves. A side note, but something that's resonating with me right now: I try and be a person who reflects the love of Christ toward other...
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Apparently, the humor of our good Lord extends into the realm of equipping even the smallest of women with incredible powers. Most ladies I know tend to either blatantly or secretly be heroines in...
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The movement has a head.
And arms, and legs, and a belly the size of Guatemala. Babies are really weirdly shaped for a good long while, but I hear that they get more stretched out as time progresses. She's beautiful, despite...
View ArticleI am a whore, I must confess.
The chorus always guts me, burning my eyes with tears that I know are coming even before they arrive. I listen to the song purposefully, to be honest, but I don't think it's some maladaptive,...
View ArticleSo this is what happens when a baby arrives.
Hello, anyone and everyone who still happens to stop by this site on occasion, hoping to see some sign of life from Adam Baker in Xangaland. It's been more than a while, and a great deal has happened,...
View ArticleAfter the locusts.
Husks and bits of twig, marked with smeared grime and spoken lies.Bound together with ever-present basketball shorts and a look in the eyes, smile-rage-smile-rage.When your own actions result in...
View ArticleAges.
My daughter turns one in six days. Her hair curls at the back when she's fresh from sleep, sweaty and sweet as I hold her close. She squirms continuously, always trying to wiggle her way around to...
View ArticleDoors, their closings, and the expectation of openings.
There's a distinctive point in the movement of our bathroom door on its hinges when I know that it begins to squeal. The time-worn metal handle pulls close to the towel rack, as if by magnetism of...
View ArticleHello, and goodbye.
I've re-visited all of my old posts, and am in the process of printing them out. The comments left on them have been an encouragement and challenge anew to me, and I am thankful for you who took the...
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