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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A week-long trip to Japan was definitely not included on my bingo card for this year. As much as we love to travel,…
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We had our spring break earlier than usual this year, and we decided to do something different. Instead of going to the beach…
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Oh, how I wish I could trust the groundhog. How lovely it would be to depend on a giant marmot for his prediction…