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Category: COVID19

Lunar Silver tears

August 7, 2020September 29, 2022 summerofsilence1 Comment

Part two. (You can catch up on Part One here.) Lunar Silver. That felt fancy. But really, I would just have said, "silver with a hint of blue." Which, actually, was why I didn't love it. It was the only van we found with all the details we wanted and needed, we had driven to… Continue reading Lunar Silver tears →

Posted in COVID19, Faith, Motherhood, The Mini Van Saga

Eyeshadow and Disinfecting

August 6, 2020September 29, 2022 summerofsilence2 Comments

2019 sucked. Sucked the life, the joy, the peace, the faith from us. It just plain sucked. I want a word that doesn't feel so uneducated, so trite. Use more refined vocabulary, Betsy. I was sure it'd go down as the worst year of my life. and IT SUCKED. Beau got cancer in January and… Continue reading Eyeshadow and Disinfecting →

Posted in COVID19, Faith, Motherhood, The Mini Van Saga

Day 3- Do what you know.

March 18, 2020June 2, 2020 summerofsilenceLeave a comment

I've gotten into a real nice rhythym of waking up before the rest of the house. For a while it was auxiliary, I would be awake and have drank my coffee before getting them ready for school. I'd get my social media out of the way so that when they went off to school I… Continue reading Day 3- Do what you know. →

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Unedited thoughts on pandemic optimism.

March 17, 2020June 2, 2020 summerofsilence3 Comments

The other day I was on a walk with Selah and made the mistake of letting her out of the stroller about 6 blocks from home. I then spent the next 35 minutes, more or less, feeling kidnapped by an evil dictating toddler who wouldn't, under any circumstances, JUST WALK HOME! So we sat on… Continue reading Unedited thoughts on pandemic optimism. →

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