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    They all belong to someone

    I have so many things to say. None of it is worth much. None of it will fix this problem. Words can’t fix the problem. They can help but they won’t completely fix it. Words are just the beginning. I feel helpless and useless and small. My inability to single-handedly correct a nationwide problem is crippling. Especially when I have the answer.  Disliking people because of their skin color is not a sin I battle. Oh, I dislike a lot of people (which is also sinful) but it’s not because of what they look like. It’s because they said something…

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    Not going back empty-handed

    So it’s been a while. I guess that’s an understatement. It’s been almost a year. Almost a year since I sat down and wrote out my thoughts for people to read. Almost a year since I prayed for God to…

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    The Mildliner

    These are my favorite highlights/markers! They are a perfect mixture of brightly colored markers and light ink highlighters. They’re dual-tipped, which makes them a perfect addition to your pen bag. One side is the typical chiseled tip and the other…

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    My absolute favs – Tul pens

    These are my all-time favorite pens. They come in a plethora of colors, which for pen fanatics – is a REALLY big deal. These pens are the smoothest gels I have ever written with. If I’m journaling or taking notes, these…

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    To all the Hannah’s

    So tomorrow is Mother’s Day. My first Mother’s Day actually. Well, the first one where I’m the mother. I guess I’ve celebrated a lot of Mother’s Day, but never one like this.   You know we waited three years for…

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    Nevertheless

    For the last four and a half months, we’ve been laying low. I use “laying low” relatively loosely. We’ve been loving and laughing and learning what it’s like to be a family of three. And let me tell you ……

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    Treasuring it up

    My husband was in a tree stand when… Isn’t that how all good southern stories begin? And in true southern fashion, that’s how our story with Bo began. Page was sitting in a tree stand hunting at 5:00 in the…

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    We’re all grasshoppers until…

    I’ve never been strong. Like in any sense of the word. I rarely remember getting in actual trouble growing up. All my parents had to do was look at me, semi aggravated or upset and I was completely destroyed. Left…

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    And He remembered

    I knew I’d miss out on a lot. And I thought I was prepared for it. I knew I wouldn’t get to plan or celebrate in the same fashion or on the same timeline as other expectant mothers. I knew…

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    Hold your horses… and your cow

    Growing up I remember being told two phrases over and over … “Hold your horses” and “You’re getting too big for your britches.” Both are popular sayings in most southern families. And neither are super flattering. I’ve always been too…