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Simple but not easy

Our first big fight came five months into marriage. We argued over Christmas presents. Gifts that were meant to express our love and appreciation ignited a verbal assault on one another’s heart. The argument ended with three words: “I hate you.” Married life wasn’t going to be as easy as we thought it would be. (read more…)

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The in-between

I distinctly remember, in second grade, thinking that my life would be perfect once I was a fifth grader. Then in junior high, I couldn’t wait to be in high school. In high school? I was dying to graduate and move on to college. Then college to graduation, then real world singleness to marriage… and (read more…)

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Life after art

Back when I was about four or so, I loved to draw. I distinctly remember asking my mom to draw pictures with me one afternoon, so we sat in my room at the bite-sized table and chairs, the sunlight striking diagonally through the window and onto my bed. And we drew. My mom drew a (read more…)

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Notes from a blue bike

Pre-order the book, and you’ll tell the Big Book People who you love to read and support. Thanks! I still remember where I was sitting and where Kyle was standing. We were in the living room of our long-term temporary home in Austin, where we were transitioning between our life in Turkey and who-knows-what’s-next. My (read more…)

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The Artist’s Daughter

There’s something magically delicious about entering a story, when you get lost in the setting, the sights and smells, the delightful word play that sharpens the focus as you imagine the story unfold in your mind. And when that great story can help you live a better story of your own? Even better. The Artist’s (read more…)

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