Jennifer S. White Blog

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Gratitude for Uninvited Guests.

This weekend, a man who grew up in our new-old house visited unexpectedly. My husband was outside working on the couple acres of lawn that the house sits on, up at the top of...

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And Then You Were a Girl.

It happened somewhere between childish toddler legs and long thighs. I noticed—almost suddenly—the way you began to articulate your thoughts in a precise manner that was no longer babyish. More, you started using phrases...

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How to Find Gratitude on an Ordinary Day.

The light streams towards me through the front porch windows. The light is golden, and it highlights the yellow of the front porch’s ceiling, and the way that the white rocking chair’s back creates lined shadows,...