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Lessons in Bunny Trust

One evening this spring, my youngest looked out the window during family read aloud time and whispered, “Mom, a bunny!” Sure enough, on the edge of the thicket that lines our property, a baby bunny crouched. A little ball of fur so tiny it looked as though you could cup it in a single hand.Continue reading “Lessons in Bunny Trust”

Posted byClarissa MollJuly 7, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:Animals, Everyday, Trust7 Comments on Lessons in Bunny Trust

Forced to Bloom

On a recent afternoon of yard work, I asked my sons to prune a small tree on the edge of our driveway. New growth threatened to grow over the asphalt; and my sons, ever enthusiastic to use garden tools with blades, happily went to work. When their excitement for the task waned, they headed offContinue reading “Forced to Bloom”

Posted byClarissa MollApril 20, 2020Posted inEveryday, GriefTags:Everyday, Grief2 Comments on Forced to Bloom

My Morning Routine

Every morning when I wake up, I practice the same routine before my feet hit the floor. I turn off the alarm, turn on my bedside lamp, and flop my head back down. Pulling the blankets up around me, I curl up tight, snuggled into the extra pillows I bought to fill Rob’s empty sideContinue reading “My Morning Routine”

Posted byClarissa MollMarch 30, 2020March 29, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:Everyday, Grief2 Comments on My Morning Routine

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I just switched out my mascara for a new one, and I got that familiar twinge. “There goes another tube to the landfill,” I thought. Even seemingly disposable things can stick around a long time.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes — truthfully — I didn’t think much about my soul after Rob died. I was far more concerned about the wellness (or lack thereof) of my body, my calendar, my future. Bogged down in the slough of my grief, I saw only material pain and physical exhaustion.
The gorgeous greens and blues make me wish he could see them too. The joy makes me miss him more.
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