Author: Jennifer Greenberg
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I Dearly Miss the Smell of Books
I dearly miss the smell of books, the crunch of a sewn binding, and the feel of holding a whole world in my hands. There is a kind of ownership in holding a book which digital technology cannot duplicate.
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The Lorica of Saint Mommy of Sick Children
Yeah. So, we’ve had a stomach virus here for about the past week, and today it culminated in one of the most craptastic days in my three year career so far as a mother. Bad things have been happening. Bad, bad things.
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Billboard Magazine Recognizes Todd Oxford, Saxophone Artist
My good friend, Todd Oxford, has been featured in the April 4 issue of Billboard Magazine as Emerging Artist and Global Music Awards Gold Medal Winner. As anyone who has heard Todd’s work knows, he’s such an incredibly talented musician and composer, that this is a drop in the bucket compared with the recognition he deserves…
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To The Lady Who Left Me Her Tea Cups
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but I have your tea cups. I know that you loved collecting things, and that your china dishes and teapots were something you treasured. When you passed away,
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Thoughts on Tribulation & The Rapture, by Holocaust Survivor Corrie Ten Boom, 1974
The following is a letter written by Nazi Concentration Camp survivor, Corrie Ten Boom. Corrie and her family were imprisoned for trying to help Jews. After escaping, she went on to minister to suffering and persecuted people all over the world. Her words here are so profound, and brought me to tears, so I want…
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Motherhood: A Corn Pop Parable
Frequently, as parents, we learn from our children. You’d think it would be the other way around, and it often is, but as Mommies and Daddies we do a lot of learning, relearning, and self-discovery with and through our kids. Today, my 2-year-old gave my 8-month-old a bag of Corn Pops cereal, and she promptly…
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Sense & Simplicity: Channeling Jane. Blogging Motherhood.
As she sat at the table sipping her coffee, Jennifer overheard the small voice of her young daughter saying encouragingly, “Eat, Baby! Eat! Mmmm! Eat!” Feeling a slight pang of suspicion at the pleas, she turned around to see her tousle-headed two year old, seated Indian-style on the living room floor, feeding her pudgy infant…
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Oh, that I had the wings of a dove …
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
Jenn Greenberg 