A girls' trip for six of my besties to the beach is in the works for September, and I've been assigned the job of designing our t-shirt. I've been moody ever since: I hate making personal style choices for anybody but myself. Four artist daughters have cured me of any delusions of my own good…
I love to eat. And I've learned something over the years that's probably obvious to everybody else, but it was big news to me: food only tastes good when I'm hungry. If I'm not, it's just filler. It doesn't zing me. It doesn't set off delight. It doesn't speak. I must've been hungry when I…
Jude is the 3-year-old son of the caretakers at church. He's as wide-eyed, tow headed, and openhearted as they come. Jude loves to turn over rocks to see what lives under them. I've struggled to appreciate his bug-hunting, as I'm continually replacing the upturned rocks I find, like those on the stone path to the…
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