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Twenty Seventeen
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Complain, weep, wonder, and worship.
Summer is an odd duck. School lets out, Instagram becomes a film reel of beach days and vacas, and by July 31st Halloween paraphernalia is
God is with me in my panic attack
I was 25 years old when I scored my dream job—working as an editor on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. After growing up in California, I
“My undoing. (Your beginning.)”
I found it buried in a dusty old box of files, wedged between nondescript folders like “Wells Fargo” and “Car Repairs.” How did something so
Because you’re 40 today
We met when we were gangly 8- and 9-year-old girls. Our small church and a mutual love for rollerskating were the only bonds we needed to
Where your soul will grow beautiful
As women, we really don’t ask for much. We’d just like to be healthy. Financially secure. Marry a great guy. See our children grow up
Surprised by Oxford
I just spent an unforgettable week in Oxford, England, whisked away by the articulate pen of Carolyn Weber. It’s no easy task to hold my attention
