My flip flops slapped my dirty feet as I followed my mother through the fabric store. A frequent stop in my little girl years, the fabric store gave me mixed feelings. I would rather be home riding my Big Wheel, of course…
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Two arrows facing each other on an old, carved-up set of doors. As I snapped the photo, I thought it was a fitting image for the weekend. Like the arrows, we were...
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When maybe turned into one of the best yeses I've ever given…
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My flip flops slapped my dirty feet as I followed my mother through the fabric store. A frequent stop in my little girl years, the fabric store gave me mixed feelings. I would rather be home riding my Big Wheel, of course…
Read more