Faith, motherhood, and the holy ordinary — written in the margins of real life.
It’s happened a few times in my life where I wake up with a pressing thought. I say pressing because it feels so impressed…
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Read More →There’s a pilates reformer class I keep circling back to. And every single time, I talk myself right out of it. Too expensive. That’s…
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