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#KKLREADS (vol. 2)

A couple of months ago I mentioned to my husband that a woman in a memoir I’d just finished had fallen asleep in the tub with her infant and drowned him. A few days later I realized that, no, that wasn’t right. The author of the memoir had lost a child, but the bathtub scene I…

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Grounded

I needed a summer job. She was planning to be a lifeguard. It sounded perfect, the two of us up there on that tower, getting tan and getting paid, red buoys announcing that we mattered. If she could ascend that ladder, then surely I could, too. Passing the written test was easy, and I CPRed…

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#KKLReads (vol. 1)

It’s been a wonky, exhausting month or so of leading and working and parenting and all the other “ings.” That said, I’m tired of taking myself so seriously and just want to talk about books, okay? Fiction A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman This charming story about a curmudgeon named Ove (ooo-veh) was originally published in…

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A Prayer for IF:Gathering

God, you’ve done it again. You’ve set the table, straightened the chairs, and bid us come. Plain is your beauty before us. We are utterly unworthy of this invitation, and yet here we see our names, and our seats, and our sisters. You’ve been expecting us. All of us, and each of us, and even…

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Dismount

I will always remember 2015 as the year of the horse. That died. Twice. Time of death? When God moved on. ** Of all the beautiful, challenging words spoken at IF:Gathering 2015 last February, these seven from Christine Caine settled heaviest on my heart: “Sweetheart, if the horse is dead…dismount.” She was preaching from Joshua…

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A Holiday Book Brain Dump

I don’t know if this makes me crazy or smart, but one reason I read so many books is to make this very week of the year so much easier. I know which books I want to give people, I know which ones I want to ask for, and I know right where to look to hook my…

Floodplain
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Floodplain

The sign is still lit up blue and yellow. I finally drove by it last night. Why doesn’t someone turn it off? Don’t they know this is where the waters rose and the walls gave way? I pray Landon won’t notice, But memory serves him and he turns his head. He doesn’t say a word,…

 

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