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Growing Something Gentle
There is something about this season that feels like an exhale. My days lately have been filled with slow crochet projects for the newest little life joining us in just two short months. Soft yarn slipping through my fingers. Rows building quietly. A reminder that anticipation doesn’t have to be rushed, it can be stitched,…
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The Line Still Holds
Every generation has a moment where the ground feels unsteady. Where organizations are questioned, trust is fractured, and the noise is so loud it’s hard to tell truth from narrative. We are living in one of those moments now. Headlines with “if it bleeds, it leads” hooks. Videos without context. Sound bites lacking substance. And…
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Carry On, But Softer
One of my all-time favorite songs is Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. I used to think carry on meant bracing myself and pushing through no matter what. Jaw set. Shoulders tight. White-knuckled. Breath held just enough to keep moving. Carry on meant endurance. It meant showing up no matter how depleted I felt. It meant…
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Especially in the Change
Finding peace in a season of becoming As I sit here crying, for some unknown reason, I’m reminded that getting older isn’t for the weak. There’s no dramatic trigger. No single sharp thought. Just a quiet swell of emotion that arrives uninvited and settles in my chest. There’s a word that carries an entire storm…
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In the In-Between
Quiet morning. Steaming cup of coffee. Outside my window, a wooded landscape rests beneath a soft covering of snow. Water drips steadily from bare branches as the day warms just enough to loosen Winter’s hold. The snow hasn’t disappeared, but it’s slowly and deliberately changing. There’s a stillness to mornings like this. This time of…
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Choosing Peace in a Season That Demands Stillness
This has been a winter to remember. The kind of winter that, decades from now, we’ll reference with a knowing smile and say, “I remember when…” It was a hard one by any measure. Frozen RV water lines. Trudging through nearly a foot of snow just to reach a water source. Moving slowly – carefully…
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The Year I Stopped Looking Back and Started Living RV Life
You know you’re on the right track when you become uninterested in looking back. – anonymous Some years make you cling to the rear-view mirror, desperate to understand the bumps you hit. Other years? They make you tuck it up, fog the glass, and drive on. This year was the kind that tried to shake…
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Confessions of a C-Rated Black Tank
Our Eye-Opening RV Tank Flush with Kleen Tank Of all the things we’ve picked up on the road so far, one lesson towers above the rest: keeping your tanks clean (and avoiding the dreaded “poop pyramid”) is non-negotiable. We thought we were ready for whatever might flush out of our RV tanks… until Connie from…
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Embracing the Unexpected: Our Journey to Full-Time RV Living
A few months ago, I found myself reflecting on the old cliché, “The only constant in life is change.” What I didn’t expect was just how profound that change would be. At the end of May, I was unexpectedly let go from a job I truly loved at a legal office. The news blindsided me and, for…
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Peace In The Margins 