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&#8220;The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.&#8221;
Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

I never know how to start during these moments. The space I have is so narrow, too narrow for all the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/08/24/pages/</link>
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		<title>real grace</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;She has not raised kids, endured severe financial hardship or cared for a dying loved one – in short, she has not lived enough of life to offer us real grace.&#8221;
 TheOOZE Viral Blogger Review of As Is by &#8220;monster,&#8221; July 14, 2010
A monster recently crossed my path. A big, hairy monster with a heavy [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/08/07/real-grace/</link>
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		<title>enough</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I will not forget.
I cannot pretend.
This has been the break and bend,
This has been the break and mend,
This has been the break and end
Of me
As I know me,
As I knew me.
Lost, lost, lost
And gone forever,
Is it ok to call this &#8220;never&#8221;
As I watch the others,
The others go?
Not mothers, no, but others,
Go in and out
In and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/07/15/enough/</link>
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		<title>i remember</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember the light -
the way it slipped through the slats in the
vertical blinds as we began the final leg of our
journey together.
I remember you -
the way you felt when your
daddy laid you on my chest,
soft and slimy and
perfect.
I remember the midwife -
the way she told me how
beautiful you were and how
perfect your butt was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/07/08/i-remember/</link>
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		<title>as is interview</title>
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I laughed as Jude cuddled up close to me. It was his new way of letting me know he was making the poo-poo. As his poops become more solid, he is becoming more freaked out by the whole &#8220;number two&#8221; thing. So he cuddles.
I looked at the clock. I had time, or a few minutes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/07/06/as-is-interview/</link>
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		<title>baby talk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Abba. Abba. Abba.&#8221;
Jude keeps saying Abba. All the time Abba. While he&#8217;s playing with his blocks. While he&#8217;s eating his Toastie O&#8217;s. While he&#8217;s riding in his car seat. Even as he drifts to sleep.
I know he doesn&#8217;t know what he&#8217;s saying, what his baby talk means. But there&#8217;s something in it and it is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/06/23/baby-talk/</link>
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		<title>the climb</title>
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Who is that little girl?, I think as I pull out the 28-year-old snapshot I carry in my journal. Legs folded Indian-style. Hands grasping her ankles. Face set in an unapologetic expression. She would not be moved from the roof of the brown truck. She had climbed. Scaled the back bumper. Soldiered through the bed. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/05/08/the-climb/</link>
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		<title>music city drop-out</title>
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&#8220;Looks like they forgot your guacamole. I&#8217;ll get that for you.&#8221;
I recognized the voice instantly. I had seen him coming with our tray of food, but thought if I looked away really quickly it wouldn&#8217;t be him. I just wanted to pretend I didn&#8217;t know him. So I did. I kept my head turned toward [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/04/05/music-city-drop-out/</link>
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		<title>life on hold (a season thing)</title>
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I walked into the brick building in the industrial park, unsure if I even had the right place. As a warm breeze swept through the wisps of Jude&#8217;s blond hair, carrying with it hope and relief, I breathed in. We have been putting life on hold in so many ways since Jude was born. I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/03/10/life-on-hold-a-season-thing/</link>
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		<title>breathe</title>
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Remember &#8211; the root word of humble and human is the same: humus: earth. We are dust. We are created; it is God who made us and not we ourselves.
Madeleine L&#8217;Engle, Walking on Water
As I inhaled and exhaled in concert with the Ashtanga Yoga poses I attempted, I felt it. Felt it toe-tip to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://kristafinch.com/2010/02/16/breathe/</link>
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