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I love hearing all about local history, especially in this big Southern family I find myself a part of by marriage. When you meet people

My husband arrives home with a little bag from a bookstore that he dangles in front of me like fishing bait as I drop cookie

I remember today the great joy of naming for others what they experience and cannot quite put into words. Certain stories resonate deeply because they

It’s a new month! I love the first of every month because of all the grand and glorious intentions I set in my journal. I

If you’re really going to know me, I suppose I must confess my strange fascination. I love being honest with you because what else do

I’m writing here from North Carolina with my Southern In-Laws. I confess I am not a Southerner. I was born in Kansas into a military

First of all, I was a child who talked too much. My older sister and parents don’t laugh about these memories; they agonize over them.

I grabbed it from a Little Free Library down the road because I liked the row of rain boots on the cover.  I fell in

In Titus 2:4, we learn that older women are supposed to encourage the younger women to love their children. Isn’t that weird? Why wouldn’t they

We just went to a little blueberry farm and ate blueberries right off the bush. It was a sweet moment of simplicity and deliciousness. While