I will never forget the first time I met Mark’s grandpa. He reached out his hand and said something along the lines of “Hi there, name’s Claude. And here’s where two good hands meet,” as he shook my hand. Little…
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If you’ve followed me for any amount of time, you know that it’s sort of become a tradition that my husband and I spend our Thanksgiving in California. After I moved to North Dakota, we both decided it is too hard…
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This is the hardest post I’ve ever written. This post exposes the most vulnerable parts of me. But for some reason, I keep coming back to it. Something inside of me keeps saying, share it. My finger has hovered over the publish…
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If your Dad was anything like mine, he had these certain sayings that he repeated all over again as we grew up. Many of them were spoken to us in times of trial. And while Dad was one of the most…
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my weekly linkup with Diary of an Addict’s Coffee Date Friday…. Holy moly my friends…. this week FLEW by! I can’t believe it’s already Friday!? It’s been madness around here lately. I haven’t been spending much time at home in the…
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