Everyone remembers their first car. Not just what they drove, but how it felt: windows down, music up, the rush of freedom. For …
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Something about summer stirs up memories of family kitchens—the clink of dishes, the scent of something sweet in the air, the stories passed …
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As a mom, I cannot believe I’ve arrived at this day. People used to talk about it, but I wasn’t prepared. I’m supposed …
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It all started with a pink record player. A delicate, retro pink box that arrived as a Christmas gift, purchased by yours truly, …
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A few years ago, we gathered to celebrate the incredible life of my husband’s uncle—a man whose kindness stretched across decades, touching more …
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There’s something about a blank wall that feels unfinished, as if it’s waiting for a story to unfold. When I first set up …
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“So, Mama,” my daughter asked from the pantry, her voice barely audible over the rustling of snacks, “what would you save in a …
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As I grow older, I am learning that life revolves around relationships. I’ve heard people come into your life for a reason, a …
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I can hardly believe how quickly this year is passing by—it’s as if time is racing ahead of me. Each week blurs by …
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As the holidays approach, I find myself reflecting more on my grandmother. Perhaps it’s because my Mimi, who has been an instrumental influence …
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