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Making Apple Memories
There is something about the smell of a fresh picked apple that makes me feel nostalgic about my childhood. When I was 4 years old we lived near an apple tree that was next to some land with sheep. When I smell an apple, I am right back there standing in that field, shoving sun warmed apples through a narrow fence to feed the sheep. It makes me wonder, when my sons are grown, what things will they look back upon and feel nostalgic about. What memories will they cherish and bring a smile to their faces? There is so much pressure on parents these days to be the perfect…
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Momma’s Going Bananas Over Here, Send Help
I am a true believer of broken roads because without them, we could not become the person we are meant to be. It is in the fire that steel is forged, slowly and painstakingly a dull piece of metal is turned into a sharp edged sword, and such is life- we endure trials and climb our mountains. We burn in the fire in hopes of a better day once the smoke has cleared. But lately, the fire has seemed hotter, the mountain taller and the smoke so thick you could choke on it. Before I became a mother, I never knew how isolating it could be. This past February…
