A Year Without the Scale
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Learning to Love What I Once Wanted to Fix
When we first bought this house, I hated the cast iron clean-out in the yard.I hated the bare spots in the grass, the cracked sidewalks, the old wooden porch that showed every year it had lived through. None of it felt charming then. It just felt… wrong. Like evidence of something unfinished.I noticed those things…
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When Movement Finds You (and My Hair Is Still Gray)
When Movement Finds You (and My Hair Is Still Gray) Last weekend, an ice and snow storm rolled in and decided to stay awhile.The roads were slick. The air was bitter. And I found myself mostly at home, again. I’ll be honest — it felt frustrating at first. I had hoped for more movement, more…