Owl in the Oaks

A wise old owl sat on an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke. The less he spoke the more he heard. Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Nesting: In and Out

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     Other parents warned me what it might be like. I could have a teenager who was actually ready to leave home. Nope, I thought. I...
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Standing in the Gap

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Everyone keeps asking me how I am doing lately.  What they want to know is how I am feeling about Sam, my oldest child, leaving f...
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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Eighteen

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                                                                              Last June, on the eve of his 18th birthday, I looked at h...
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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Sistering

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There is a term in carpentry called Sistering . I was reading about it on Glennon Doyle Melton's blog today, and  this  is how one Moma...
Saturday, April 26, 2014

Worms, Weeds, Keys and Questions- a Prom Proposal

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Greg came over to me while I was working at my computer this morning, his eyes shining and a little grin on his face.  "That was kind o...
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Stephanie Willson Barsness
I am the mom of two grown sons, happily married, and facing middle age with all the enthusiasm I can muster. Writing and photography are what give me peace and bring me joy. I hope to use this space to share both. All photos are taken by me, unless otherwise credited, and the words are my own little owl pellets, coughed up and spit out with care.
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