I’m the Hostess without the Mostest, but Who Cares?
I wasn’t born a hostess. The idea of inviting people over to my home, whether planned in advance or on…
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I wasn’t born a hostess. The idea of inviting people over to my home, whether planned in advance or on…
Continue ReadingI’ve changed my mind about almost everything but you. When I was a little girl, I couldn’t pick my favorite…
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Continue ReadingI’m one of the lucky ones. I’m going to admit that now so you’re not mad later while reading. I…
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Continue ReadingWe’re swaying to the steady rhythm of the rocking chair, a nestled buoy bobbing with the current. My sweet baby…
Continue ReadingSometimes I yearn for her in the strangest of ways, teased but never fulfilled. A brief glimpse of her retreating…
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