I hit a wall this past summer. We were nearing the end of our 7-week stay at our tiny house in the mountains of North Carolina, which although lovely, had been a jam-packed schedule of manual labor projects we desperately wanted to finish before returning to Texas.
Read MoreA year and a half ago, we began this blog in response to a tugging that had been pulling at my heart for several years.
Read MoreWe live in an ironic time and place where a person could be involved in multiple conversations at once, in a coffee shop surrounded by dozens of people, and still feel the sting of isolation.
Read MoreYesterday afternoon, I sat with a dear friend on my front porch, sharing a slice of leftover birthday cake, while she expressed the heartache and frustrations that come with
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