It was my one guilty pleasure. At least that’s what I told myself when the kids were in bed, the dishes were done, and I was cozying up in front…
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Do you ever feel like there’s a gigantic gap between the person you are and the person you want to be? I do. For as long as I can remember,…
Sometimes I feel like anxiety is the fifth child in my home. Ever-present. She peers over my shoulder, tugs at my heart, nudges me awake at night. “What if?” She…
“It was a little different hosting dinner in this new house,” Clint commented off-handedly. I paused, my hands still slippery with sudsy dishes. “What do you mean?” The last of…
