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Lindsey Mead

Please visit my blog at www.adesignsovast.com<br />

Stories by Lindsey Mead

Our big adventure to Legoland began on Saturday morning. After we boarded the plane, Whit pushed up his window shade and stared, wide-eyed, at the...
I’ve been riding the swells of my moods lately, dipping into sadness, rising into joy, then back again. When I looked back at what I was...
 “One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” —Sigmund Freud Many thanks to...
It is my distinct honor to be guest posting today at Karen Maezen Miller’s beautiful site, Cheerio Road. Karen’s book, Hand Wash Cold, is...
I believe we are all full of stories. I believe we are all looking for the way home. To whatever our essential, fundamental home is, where we are...
I have a strong and perpetual instinct to just sit still. I’m sure this is inextricably bound with my endless preoccupation with how fast time...
Yesterday Grace, Whit and I went back to Storyland. Our first visit was nothing short of magical and I wanted to experience that again. I am...
A couple of weeks ago, Whit had a high fever all weekend. He was listless and not himself, he threw up a couple of times, and his fever just would...
The beginning of wisdom is the definition of terms. – Socrates We were visiting friends at the beach this past week, and at one point, I was...
I’ve watched this many times now. Each time I end up with tears rolling down my face. It’s worth the time to watch it. We all...
I am heavy and full right now, waterlogged with feeling, tired and a bit burned from exposure to the sun, both literal and figurative. The changes of...
I loved Martha’ McPhee’s Dear Money. The book’s voice is funny and smart, its observations nuanced and searing. Martha’s...
I laughed. I cried. It was better than Cats. Mennonite in a Little Black Dress is one of the funniest and wisest books that I’ve read in a...
I have been thinking nonstop about Anne Lamott’s piece, about our true wealth being this moment, this hour, this day. As usual, she is...
There is no way for me to adequately convey my admiration, respect—hell, sheer hero-worship—for Anne Lamott. This essay could have been...

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