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Broken Is Beautiful
They’re called mother-in-law’s tongue, a green plant that flourishes in Florida. I’ve found it’s something I really can’t kill. My lack of gardening skills has been the death sentence for so many beautiful plants, herbs, and flowers that we’ve attempted to grow. This has thrived. Thriving is proven in the broken pot it was planted…
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What Do You Really Want?
All he ever wanted was a bathtub. Beck, my Colorado grand, has, with his family, lived in a very little house his entire brief life. Small enough only to have a three-quarter bath. Translated–no bathtub. His passion is playing in the tub, so his creative parents would find containers to fill with water as alternatives.…
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The Love Of A Father
Exhaustion comes from an overwhelming sense of newness and change, those out-of-control adjustments that can take a lot out of us. Little Kollyns is just a week old, and she’s completely got her days and nights mixed up, sleeping all day, remaining awake all night. Midnight is the beginning of her day, and she really…
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New Additions Don’t Always Need Permits
My baby had a baby. It wasn’t an easy pregnancy, but Deb was a trooper. Nausea lasted most of the nine months, and when paired with exhaustion, it makes for a dicey duo. She soldiered on. They decided not to find out the gender of their baby. In an age of increasingly unique gender reveal…
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