neighborhood
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Perpetual vacation
Being in our new home the past two weeks has felt like a perpetual vacation. The kids are biking to get treats, we’re spending a few hours here and there at the pool,…
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The fire
The noise first alerted us to a problem. Our old house had been renovated so often that the living room was a windowless cave. We often found solace in the protection from dangers…
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a poem, aged 4 years
Our house on Harvard had a kitchen window that was right next to a busy walkway. I wrote this poem on April Fool’s day, 2014. ————————————— Windows open, spaces commune. The inside welcomes…
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Around us and to us.
I’ve been pondering the differences of our hardships in Zanesville and those of our life in Columbus. Both are and were difficult, full of a lot of times where we threw our hands…
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the dung.
*** I wrote this almost a year ago (it’s unedited). Praise Jesus for what he has done in that year’s time. We are in our spacious place and the house in the city…
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the next step.
It felt like the world was rushing us. Trying to convince us to put our house on the market quickly so it didn’t sit empty and become a target for vandals. I…
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the story of the house across the street.
When we moved in it was one of the only inhabited houses on our end of the street. The swat team came, the house caught fire. And now… It’s gone.
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being the brave photographer i want to be.
I told myself at the beginning of summer that I was going to be braver when it came to taking photos of our neighborhood. I was going to ask people for their photo…
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giving thanks.
The smell of sweet honeysuckle drifts through the air. I study the plant that will eventually creep up the wire to shade our porch and smile. I look at the flowers that line…
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Let there be light
We live in a good neighborhood. In fairness, if you’re driving in from the suburbs, you might be terrified. It’s not your fault, the neighborhood is intentionally mischaracterized. A few thousand people live…
