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"Wait. What do you mean you don’t know when we’re getting the Christmas tree?” I asked, horrified. I immediately dropped the crimson...

“Breathe, it’s just a bad day, not a bad life.” – Author Unknown. Mondays are awesome because it’s like turning the page in a book: a...

I’d never given much thought to my wedding when I was a little girl. I didn’t spend any time ruminating or even daydreaming about what...

I step out onto the porch and into the morning air that’s already thick and sticky with humidity. The Southern Iowa sun swells and...

It’s a terribly hackneyed endeavor to write about Jo March, I know. Yet, the pull is irresistible. Prior to reading Little Women, I was...