Memories
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Family Traditions: Memories of Early Morning Woodcutting Adventures
As I reminisce about my childhood, one particular memory stands out vividly—the cherished tradition of embarking on early morning woodcutting expeditions with my family. It was a ritual that unfolded on countless summer Saturdays, when the world was still asleep, and the promise of adventure hung in the air. Those trips to the mountains, armed Continue reading
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Dancing Dust and Hard Work
Mornings are my jive. I love mornings. Oftentimes, my thoughts about mornings are that five days of the week, my mornings are lost because they are spent at work. Work gets my best self, my most productive self, my most awake self. Lucky work. Weekends, though? Those are mine and my family’s. This morning, I Continue reading
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Sunny Days With Mom
Favorite days are those spent lying on the ground, gazing up at the endless blue sky with white puffy clouds drifting lazily by. The warmth of the sun on your skin and the gentle breeze in the air create a sense of peacefulness that is hard to replicate. And as you watch the clouds shift Continue reading
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