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I walked over, glanced at the jar, wrote “197” on a piece of paper, and threw it into the container for guesses.

I’m trying to take time to marvel at the colors of this season this fall.

I was excited about going to our nephew’s outdoor wedding, but I was antsy about the weather forecast.

Five years ago, when my sister and brother-in-law were expecting twin boys, I was rooting for them to come on my husband’s birthday. I loved the idea of them all being birthday buddies. As it turned out, our nephews were born the day after my husband’s birthday. God’s plan is always better than mine, and […]

We just got rid of our old hamper. It was just a hamper.

This has been the bumpiest school start that I can remember. I keep saying we will find our rhythm—and we will. But we are going to miss the bus a few more times before we do.

When I was growing up, my family had steamed crabs very rarely—usually when out-of-town relatives were visiting. My husband spent more time near the water, so he had them more often.