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CELEBRATE This Week: L

I’m glad you are here to celebrate! Share a link to your blog post below and/or use #celebratelu to share celebrations on Twitter. ******** ******* Link-up with your celebrations. Make sure to check out other celebrations and leave some comment-love. The best part of celebrating on Saturdays is it becomes contagious! document.write(”);

CELEBRATE This Week: XLV

I’m glad you are here to celebrate! Share a link to your blog post below and/or use #celebratelu to share celebrations on Twitter. ***** Even though last night was too warm for football, I still pulled on my jeans. I didn’t have to think about what to wear, grabbing my black tank top off of the hanger and slipping on my shiny red shoes. All six of us were dressed in black and red for the first home football game of the season — Go Squires! Twenty years ago I… Read more CELEBRATE This Week: XLV

CELEBRATE This Week: XLIII

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Celebrate This Week V

I’m loving this tradition of finding and sharing celebrations from the week. For more information, check out the CELEBRATE This Week page. We are using the hashtag #celebratelu. One. This post, My One In Particular, by Donalyn Miller has been sticking with me all week. It is beautiful. Two. I can’t wait for NCTE next week! Are you going to be there? Will our paths cross?   Three. Celebrating Writers blog book tour was a lot of fun. A special thanks for the kind words from Franki, Kate, Cathy, Katherine,… Read more Celebrate This Week V

THE COVER!

In “real” life it will have a metallic sheen. Sweet! This is a little book — 6″x9″ — but it is jammed-packed. I can’t wait to hold it in my hands!

love BIG

“Even when I’m in trouble, you’s still smiling at me,” he says it as he sits in the time out chair. It’s not a sweet sentiment, but the words spit out, little capsules of anger shooting at me. I smile bigger and kiss his cheek, tickle his neck, whisper like I have a secret just for him. “That’s because I love you so much.” His arms are crossed, his mood spiky. So I nuzzle his neck, tickle his ribs. I know this goes against the grain of time out, but… Read more love BIG

This makes me happy (sols)

It’s not so much because he greeted me when I pulled into the garage after school today. It’s not so much because he had on his helmet and big plans to skateboard. It’s not even that his plans were altered and a book became more pressing than a skateboard. No. None of that is why my heart overflows from joy well after they are in bed. This makes me happy because his brother brought home the book for him. “I’ve been dying to read this one,” he said. “I know,”… Read more This makes me happy (sols)

Easter Sunday

Scars. This was the angle of today. The scars of Jesus. The scars of injuries. The scars of life. You know, the only remaining scars on Jesus after he rose were the scars on his hands. Why do these scars remain? Andy and I sandwiched our kids in the pew today during service. There they sat, all clean and shiny. And they listened to the sermon about scars. They know all too well about scars. All but the youngest, have too much of an understanding about scars. “What’s Kurt mean… Read more Easter Sunday