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girlfriday: Transition: My path to natural labor
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Same job, different uniform. Wednesday, December 28, 2011. Transition: My path to natural labor. Two weeks ago today I gave birth to a darling baby girl. She arrived in three short and (two) agonizing hours of labor. Now I know I am capable of giving birth naturally when six months ago I knew almost nothing about natural childbirth. Our firstborn came after 19 hours of difficult and frightening labor. I yielded to every intervention short of a c-section. The waterfall of intervention. I was on my way.
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girlfriday: It's Worse Because You Know
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Same job, different uniform. Tuesday, September 16, 2014. It's Worse Because You Know. Though I don't remember much about music or movies in the 80's, I remember the great political debates. Ronald Reagan, Walter Mondale, Ollie North, Robert Bork all loom large in my memory. And abortion. All things considered Roe. Was still recent history. I made signs on poster board and marched in the annual pro-life rally every January. I watched the videos. I listened to the radio interviews. The fetus comes out eas...
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girlfriday: Dear Ones,
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Same job, different uniform. Tuesday, January 28, 2014. According to an article. My dad emailed me, In 1944, Tolkien’s son, Christopher, was having a rough time in camp with the army. His father wrote the following encouragement, Well, there you are: a hobbit amongst the Urukhai. Keep up your hobbitry in heart, and think that all stories feel like that when you are in them. You are inside a very great story! Posted for better or worse by girlfriday at 10:05 AM. Get girlfriday in your email:.
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girlfriday: Half a Person, Abroad
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Same job, different uniform. Monday, May 19, 2014. Half a Person, Abroad. I'm about to leave for my first international vacation since my honeymoon. I've traveled a lot, a handful of times abroad. I've always left the United States whole. Not this time. I have a husband now and I always feel like half a person when we're apart. The two young children that moved in and eat our food and explode our idea of free time- they have really pulled me apart. Alone is at once liberating and boring? Lois E. Lane.
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girlfriday: girlfriday: get thee a new angle
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Same job, different uniform. Sunday, February 23, 2014. Girlfriday: get thee a new angle. This is a shameless repost. With edits) of one of my favorites, originally submitted June 2006. I rue the day the dairy industry launched its "Got Milk? Campaign. It spawned a generation of unoriginal ad campaigns that nauseate and bore millions of marketing-conscious Americans. Got an original thought? Think how effective and refreshing a sign that read, "Do you need a new transmission? We all try too hard (I certa...
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girlfriday: Courtesy of my mother, who is always timely
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Same job, different uniform. Thursday, March 27, 2014. Courtesy of my mother, who is always timely. Terror accomplishes no real obedience. Suspense brings forth no fruit unto holiness. No gloomy uncertainty as to God’s favor can subdue one lust, or correct our crookedness of will. But the free pardon of the cross uproots sin, and withers all its branches. Only the certainty of love, forgiving love, can do this. Horatius Bonar, God’s Way of Holiness. Posted for better or worse by girlfriday at 3:43 PM.
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girlfriday: No Going Back
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Same job, different uniform. Thursday, March 13, 2014. Some things can never be undone, sometimes never even unfelt. How easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long,. And then comes a mist and a weeping rain,. And life is never the same again. Every ugly thing remains ugly and there is no wishing it away or recovering the white, quiet place before it happened. There is no going back, however hard one wishes it. But there is forward. Posted for better or worse by girlfriday at 1:48 PM.
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girlfriday: Where I attempt poetry after a long absence
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Same job, different uniform. Sunday, October 04, 2015. Where I attempt poetry after a long absence. The tattered hammock stubbornly resists the gentle back and forth movement. Of a small, tethered boat. My left leg hangs over the side,. Pushing back from the weeds to produce the motion I know should be mine. Not quite relaxed, my gaze turns to the sky. When my children clamber up beside me and we tip dangerously to one side. Resigned I ask, Shall we hunt for shapes in the clouds? And I see it. If we had ...
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girlfriday: Independence Day
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Same job, different uniform. Friday, July 04, 2014. It was past bedtime when I corralled our oldest kid into bed. We're reading a favorite children's series to him right now, but there was no way I was going to read an entire chapter (the last chapter) this late. So I decided it would be a story from his Jesus Storybook Bible. Learned as children (Adam, Esther, Moses, David, Daniel, Jesus)- we're even tempted to call them "children's Bible stories"- is staggering. That's what "gospel means.". The Romance...
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girlfriday: Joy Unspeakable
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Same job, different uniform. Sunday, October 14, 2012. Responding to an invitation I spent Saturday afternoon driving two three year olds and an infant (we followed a young friend of mine, herself towing two 12 year olds and her infant son- and in a matching Toyota Sienna no less. Living it up in suburbia! Out to the beautiful Sand Lake Wildlife Refuge for "Blue Goose Weekend.". I asked. "Anything that gets in his mouth, pretty much" was the chilling answer. The crowd moved as one nearer to the Lake's ed...
