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Amy Rose
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Fall is My Favorite
I am not good at taking pictures.  This has been well established.  But sometimes I do, and sometimes I am really happy with how they turn out, and sometimes even as much as I love words, it's best just to let the photos speak for themselves.

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Bent Not Broken
I left all of this behind for a weekend to go to Charleston, South Carolina to have some therapy and fun with some of my very all time, top of the list, holding nothing back because I know they love me, friends. I got on a plane and I flew across the countr...

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School Pictures!
School pictures are always so fun, and I have always been really happy with how they turn out.  That's a relief, I don't think I could be trusted to remember a second picture day if we ever need retakes. My big third grade Hallie: And my big first grade Hanna:

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This is Home
Home has always been a bit of a tricky concept for me.  Where is it?  What does it feel like, to have a home that is a location and not a group of people?  When people make small talk and ask, "Where are you from?" I always stumble and struggle knowing how ...

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Remember These Days
Sometimes I forget how much I forget, and that if I don't write it down, and don't keep notes with the pictures, it's gone. This is for me then, to keep the memory of these days a little longer. Sometimes we have friends come over, and sometimes we just lik...

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A letter to my girls about their bodies.

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Perfect You
This is what I want to say to my girls about their bodies, their body image, their idea of self, their self worth.  This is what I want them to see when they look in the mirror.  This is what I see. You are perfect, you. I said, you are perfect.  You. You a...

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Strawberries and Sunshine
It was deep in the midst of strawberry season, let's call it the second week of June.  On a bright Saturday morning, or perhaps a partly cloudy Tuesday afternoon, or sometime like that on a day in the second week of June, I was picking my strawberries.  I w...

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My Own Grief
Today started off like any other day, waking up to the noiseless commotion of Devin slipping out at 4:30 to go work out.  Then my alarm at 5:00, snooze, snooze, snooze, even though I am awake and have been since Devin left.  I like to lie there in the dark,...

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