Post Archive of Kim Van Brunt

Sifting through the broken pieces and holding them up to the Light.

>I am the hero in this story

>Do you ever feel like the world is conspiring against you? Or if not the world, at least your family’s

>To my firstborn, 6:55 a.m.

>I want to remember you: half-ponytail, long, slender legs and arms but some tummy chub and indentations in your neck

>Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

>Today my baby went to preschool for the first time. Tomorrow, my oldest heads to kindergarten. My heart was a

>It depends on your interpretation

>John Piper, a pastor in Minneapolis, gave a very Pat Robertson-esque “interpretation with some biblical warrant” of the tornado that

>See what happens when I don’t hover?

>Audrey broke her arm at the elbow yesterday. She was giving Owen a piggy-back ride and fell down on her

>who am i kidding?

>Really, Kim? Honestly? I thought that by writing that last post, I could inspire myself (and maybe the two people