Coin
Dear H, Blended. Well, shit. This life is beautiful, but some seasons are wrought with pain and complication. The thing I struggle with the most is that being blended often means happy moments in your life are ones that usher in bitter sweetest to ours. It could be the same for you. As such, in…
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It’s not love that ends.
Dear H, When you don’t know where to begin, always start with what you know. I wish when your world tips a little, you’d learn to lean on this too. Darling, I don’t know a lot about how you’re growing up. Details are far and few in between. Honestly, we don’t know each other these…
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Mirror
Every year, although sometimes belated, I sit down and write a love letter to my daughters for their birthday. This year I have started and stopped on these teens’ letters so many times. Teens are hard to capture. They change– their looks, their problems, their habits, their friends, their interests, their challenges, their moods– in…
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One word.
“Good.” In October, H had her 13th birthday. It’s official: we now share a teenager. I have been coming here trying to write her a letter and the thing that breaks my heart is that: I don’t know her enough these days to capture the bitter sweetest of her life like living with her siblings.…
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Leguminous
“u are wonderful and kind and loving. These things make you stronger in a soft way. Don’t forget you can be soft and strong. Sometimes the world tried to tell you they aren’t the same thing.”
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Miles and Miles
Dear A, You just completed your 8th rotation around the sun and now are filling life up with all the things that will make this year special. I hope the list is long. You, my sweet girl, want deeply, but not for large things in life. You yearn for a kitten, for paid products on…
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Gardens
Each season of your life will pass. It will yield seeds to plant. You can grow more pain or you can grow healing. You will repeat this all your life. You will forever be practicing how to choose things that feel make you feel whole. This is being human.
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One by One
Back in 2016, I wrote a letter to my daughters. It was just after the Orlando nightclub shooting. I built on it, yesterday and today. You don’t realize how big a piece being afraid is part of parenthood. Fear is a piece of our human experience and the way it can drive behaviors is amazing…
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Ten Plus One
I try each birthday to reflect on the kids and write them a love letter. It is a harder goal most days. This place is less of a commitment to myself and more of a place to go when I need to sort or process my life. I have ninety drafts. I come often enough,…
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Dear Six and Brave
I write the girls a love letter for their birthdays every year. Lately, they’ve been belated. Dear Dimples, In the middle of a wet and raw Spring beginning, you have started your sixth year on the planet. You don’t ever seem too concerned with the sun. You enjoy splashing in puddles, catching rain on your…
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Dear Year Ten.
I write the girls a love letter for their birthdays every year. My first born turned ten at the of February. I’ve been belated with them, but I’m still here trying. I have piled up drafts to work on, but these seem the most important thing I have to write I am blessed in life…
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Letters, faith and miles
In October, Blue Eyes turned ten. Double digits. A decade. It felt big. While every birthday is a milestone on its own, turning ten seemed like it needed to be celebrated a little differently. Like all things blended… things fell apart a little before we put them back together. Every year, I write the girls…
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Bud & Roots
Dear girls, Here is the thing. A scary, but honest thing: I can not keep you safe from life. Life is a place where both good and bad things happen. Everyday. Every single day. I worry about this. About which of the many bad things will happen to you. Some will be a choice. You…
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“This little light of mine…”
Dear Girls, Look. The world you will grow up in is not the same one that Grammy and Papa & Nana raised me in. This is true for every generation, but I hate the reality of it. You are growing up in a world over saturated with information and connectivity. You’ll think social networking is…
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Cracks
You’re the one I’ve loved the longest. Longer than your Dad. Longer than your step-Dad. You’re the one who taught me your heart can walk outside your chest and you can survive. The one who made me a Mom. The one who makes me laugh.
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Love, Mom 