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The Kitchen That Built Me

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The Kitchen That Built Me

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The One Where the Mom (Temporarily) Goes Back to Work

Yesterday, I took the kids to school, except instead of dropping them off and leaving, I walked into the school with them. It’s been a hot minute (see: I wasn’t even 30 at the time. s

I think it’s fun when people share random stuff about themselves online. But I’ve never done it because I feel dumb and worried about what people think about me. In an effort to have more fun on the Internet in my 40s and not care (as muc

I used to wonder why God saw fit to have me marry a farmer. It went against every narrative of the life I pictured for myself. (See: having a plan. See: living in a city.)

In the early years of marriage, I wondered if I gave up all of my dreams for

It’s been years since I got an “I Voted” sticker. Not because I don’t vote but because I always vote absentee. But today, I snagged a sticker at our local polling place.

Yesterday, I saw a post from my friend, Ashlee, who po

the essays I still want to write

have a cotton candy-colored sky, the sun cresting over the silver bins. In the essays I still want to write, the wheat is ripe, and the stubble scrapes my ankles as I step through the cut fields. In the essays I sti

Behind every Type A, stressed-out planner is a group of women lifting her up, reminding her it will all be okay. 🤪

Three weeks out from our conference, and I am feeling stressed—but so excited to soon be in a room with so many amazing rural w

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