Threads This moment finds me with four daughters who like my taste in clothing. No doubt, this will likely evaporate before these words hit the…
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Category: Yellow Chair ChronEchols
Birthdays: Looking Backward and Forward
A gaggle of eight-year-old girls is running through the hallways of my house right now. One just broke off from the group to play her…
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Choosing to Set the Tone
“I’m thinking of writing my column this week on choosing a good attitude,” I said to my teenage daughter. “Can you think of anything else…
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January: A Poem
Swirling thoughts threaten my joy. Burnout: groceries, again; cooking, again; backpacks, again; that minivan with doors that slide: forward, back; forward, back; forward, back; again.…
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Looking from Here to a Place Beyond Waiting Rooms
“One question,” he plops down a big stack of paperwork on her desk. “My parents won’t see these forms, will they?” I cannot hear the…
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Great Outdoors and the Need to Roam
I have finally given up. Maybe “given in” is a better way to say it. It seems that riding bikes, building forts, running barefoot down…
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Dear New Southerners: Welcome & Please Don’t Mess It Up
A fresh, new, hardback book appeared under the tree for me this year, and I was delighted because it was plucked right off my wish…
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Saving Us from Crashing Over the Brink
Doctors Who Are Called to Care As parents, we are intuitively aware that a big part of our assignment is to keep our kids alive…
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A Thrilling Dream on Paper
As the morning light streamed through the window at City Silo and I awaited the arrival of my latte, I sent this text to my…
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Giving Thanks for a Life of Contrast
I’m alone in my kitchen. It’s earrrrrly Sunday morning before Thanksgiving and it is quiet. The calm before the storm. I sit in silence and…
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