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Where I tell you about scars.

There are blue stains everywhere.  The cream colored handmade wooden chair that sits at the head of our table. My bathrobe. The guest bathroom sink. I don’t even want to know how many white towels. Maybe a lifetime ago, it would have made me angry. Maybe yesterday. Somedays, I’m not sure. I used to be upset when our stuff would get damaged by the army. Four kids, two rabbits, thirteen chickens, and one shoe-eating rescue dog later, it doesn’t get...

Love Baghdad. Love Anyway.

(Every time I went to write this, fresh tragedy was overtaking my social media streams. And so this may be old news in this heartbreaking season, but it still matters.) It feels like the world is on fire – and in the dog days of this summer, I am burning from the inside out. It’s an odd thing to be standing in my white skin and the capital of the United States of America and feel like the other. Some days...

On Veterans

We buried (another) friend last week.(I told you about him here, but because his desire was to be buried at Arlington with his fellow veterans, the interment ceremony wasn’t until June. Bear with me-it has been a difficult, emotional season and that has been reflected here on the blog).  And while he didn’t die in combat, surely the past decade or so of war was the death of him. And when the guns went off and taps played, the noise shot right through...

A Goodbye Letter

On Tuesday, May 3, my husband’s dear friend of twenty six years took his own life. Even separated by time and distance there are people whose threads are so woven into our  every day moments that they exist there almost unseen, until suddenly, the thread is cut. The story ends on this hunk of rock, all sin-scarred and grief laden. In an instant, the picture is irrevocably dim. Robert Knox Mitchell, Esquire, was my husband’s lifelong friend, and so the Husband knew him best. It was...