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The Day I Pooped My Closet
Dear the Internets, This is a true story. This is my true story. I lay down my dignity for you, because I love you very much. Sincerely,Beth Once upon a time, I pooped my closet. I was pregnant. With twins. Approximately 100 years pregnant with twins, judging by my size, but really only 7 months…
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Living Between the Hallelujahs
I’ve been listening to Pandora’s classical Christmas station for two weeks now, which is a mistake for a couple reasons. First, there are approximately six songs total on Pandora’s classical Christmas station and five hundred thousand different arrangements of the six. Honest to God, if I have to hear another classical arrangement of The Holly and…
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On Grace, Waves and How to Look at Rocks
My friend Lynn lost her husband unexpectedly last year. She came home to find Jon unconscious. He died from a stroke a few hours later. And so Lynn has found herself at the crossroads. Again, really, because Lynn has lived enough of life to know that the paths we walk are winding, and we don’t always know…
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Radical Acts of Self Care
Anne Lamott talks from time to time about radical acts of self care. Or maybe it’s Oprah. Or Betty Lou from Sesame Street who’s one of the spiritual gurus of our time with her calm focus on kindness and sharing and befriending our fellow monsters. A wise woman said it, anyway, except I feel they…