One Day I Will Meet My Children

We don’t always talk about it, but Handsome and I have babies we’ve never met. Three of them. We’ve grieved and we’ve processed over the span of two decades, but 19 years ago we had our first miscarriage. Three months later, this little princess announced her presence when my favorite jeans no longer fit. We reveled in her. We praised God for this gift. It felt like redemption.  I couldn’t help but feel like God was back on our side. I didn’t realize how wrong this thought was. All my hope was in the wrong thing.  She was two when…

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Why We Don’t Listen to Christian Music

I bet we could get into a contest over who had a more bizarre childhood. Sadly for you, there’s no way I can lose this game. Sadly for me, I always seem to win this one.  I grew up in the ghetto. Not just a regular ghetto. A multicultural ghetto in Vegas with a basketball hoop and a commercial water fountain in my backyard. A basketball hoop in my backyard and a recording studio where my garage used to stand. Legit. Recording studio.  I have memories of splicing reels to edit recordings I made of myself. I remember turning on the…

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¿Ya?No¿

About twenty minutes and some days ago, I saw, from the corner of my eye, this hair. It rivaled mine in every way except pigment. I strolled on over and introduced myself. She introduced herself as Jami Armine. We’ve been late night texting and swapping sarcasm “like we are the oldest and dearest of friends.” (Kathleen Kelly of the little bookstore.) Today she has blessed us with her heart on adopting her own version of my Sam. His name too happens to be Sam. Sam 2.0 Here is her story… We currently have seven children. They range in age from…

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A Classic Tale

::flasback segment:: Layla Grace-6 monthishEli-18months-ishIsabelle-4 ishMe-the day I turned grey It’s a day like any other. We have errands to run. One including the grocery store. We stroll into Albertson’s, oh so unsuspecting. I have Eli and Layla squeeezed into the front seat normally meant for one. They are rigged, two legs in one hole and a baby blanket wedged to one side. Isabelle is walking.I have my calculator, my list, and we are all set with goodies from the cold drink aisle. I do the usual patrolling.“Don’t take that off the shelf.”“Don’t lick the cart.”Stuff like that.About an hour…

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