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I cannot stop thinking about my favorite Christmas present. My girls reached out to a number of special women in my life who all wrote letters to me. Women I am ridiculously immensely proud of, and thankful to have in my life. The messages are so moving I haven’t even been able to read them…
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December is the month of anticipation. About Christmas and trees and presents. About taking time to recharge. About the birth of Jesus. About the coming new year. My anticipation has been different this season. Is that something that changes for all of us as we get older? I’m not *not* looking forward to the holidays,…
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Only two months remaining in the year of purpose. At the beginning of this year, I was a little worried to focus on a word. While I hoped that I might have some sort of epiphany about my place on the planet, I also wondered if I should set careful expectations given how the year…
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I needed a little summer. Sleeping in later because no one has to be at school. Noses with freckles. BLTs with fresh tomatoes and dripping Miracle Whip. Except I hate the hot. I love all places with AC and fans and iced green tea. Middle aged women need the chill of fall evenings 24/7, every…
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Lilies. My favorite flower. When the girls were little and we first moved into this house, lilies were planted with the shrubbery that surrounds the house. Yellow. Pink. White. Purple. Orange. Calla. Day. Easter. Tiger. In spring 2018, I pulled them all up. Years passed. Five years, to be exact. No lilies. Until last year,…
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