Author: Kana Smith
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My hubby and I were having a thought-provoking conversation the other day, about the (sometimes) delicate balance between care-taking and independence. He knows me well enough to understand that I have a sort of fierce pride in the knowledge that I can take care of myself. In the year that I was single, I bought…
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I’ve been re-reading (actually, it’s more like re-re-re-re-re-… well, you get the idea) the Harry Potter series this week, occasionally swapping volumes with one of my kids when our progression through the books overlapped… This is the first time through the books for Elena Grace, who (at age eight) is well acquainted with the film…
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My “Radio Silence” over the last week is (I’m happy to say) the result of having been quite thoroughly engrossed in the activities of a first-week-of-summer-holidays with the kids… I started to write a few times, but never got as far as hitting “Publish,” so here it is, all at once… Sat, June 2: Summer…
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“She’s not really mine to give away anymore,” the bride’s father said to me this afternoon, as we waited in the back yard for her to complete her transformation from jeans-and-flannel to white lace. “But I’d like to.” Adding the note to my scribbled-in Baker’s Wedding Handbook, I assured him with a grin that he…
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This morning the sound of my hubby’s electric beard-trimmer was interrupted by a yelp, followed by an exclamation of disgust. “Stupid razor!” Envisioning the guard coming loose and a notch of bare chin in the middle of his goatee, I ventured a question into the ensuing silence with some trepidation. “Honey? What happened?” Another moment…



what an apt description–I know that feeling too! Like thumbing the wheel of a lighter when there’s not enough fuel…