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an ode to elsie in small letters

remember when elsie used to soak her bibs? yeah, when you would wash all eleven every day? yep. those were the days. remember when elsie would carry around a pink ikea spoon? or the day you brought her up from the church nursery and she was clutching that red plastic ball? and the sunday after [...]

on fearing and loving: another letter

Dear Elsie, I’m full of fear for you sometimes. Not a great first line is it, Elsie Pelsie? Sorry. Mostly I’m all about looking toward our divine future as mother and daughter. But once in a while (okay a lot), I hear radio programs about abducted children and H1N1 and death by Craisins—all which scare [...]

this man makes me laugh