you always bring me flowers

The first flowers from our children are dandelions clutched so hard in their pudgy paws that the stems ooze yellow.

dandelion days

Mommy we picked you some beautiful flowers

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the race we call human

Too many times a day we can feel ashamed to be a part of the human race. When we hear the news, when we see people practically run each other off the road, when we see anyone alone and marginalized and vulnerable and when we are not impressed with our own behaviour.

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the uninvited guest

A note fell out of the pocket of my favourite boy’s pants and it took my breath away.

It made my heart race.

It scared the wits out of me.

It left me confused

It was this.

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