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Showing Up + Slowing Down
The sun was hitting my left ear the entire hour drive to work. It sat so low and its trajectory was so straight. The way it hit the trees was different, though the leaves were still quite green. Yes. It’s time for the season change. I could tell the leaves were just bursting with excitement… Continue reading
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What Homemade Bread Means to Me
Every week, I make a loaf of bread for my family. Nothing crazy, just a country loaf I’ve been making since before I had children. King Arthur Flour–always. If you’ve been around a while, you know I owned my own bakery and I’ve branched out my baking in many different ways over the years. But… Continue reading
There’s a hatred that roots deep in your soul for the people who you had to hold when you were too young to understand. Too young to be holding any weight of others.
E. E. Nelson, When Colors Fade
NEWLY PUBLISHED IN THE WRITING TABLE
I was told they knew better. I was told I wouldn’t make it. But the vision of my future was so bright and so certain. They didn’t know what they were talking about. But I did.
Then life dealt its hand, and suddenly, I realized I wasn’t playing the right game. I didn’t know how to play cards. Mind reeling, emotions stuffed deep inside, I learned everything I could about the rules.
