On any given weekday, after work, I get into my car, turn off the radio, then text my husband to let him know I am on my way home. The drive takes fifteen minutes and silence is welcome after the noise of the day.
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On any given weekday, after work, I get into my car, turn off the radio, then text my husband to let him know I am on my way home. The drive takes fifteen minutes and silence is welcome after the noise of the day.
Read MoreIt’s hot. Life is busy. Life is intense right now, but it has little to do with summer, or heat, or how intense the sun can get in the summer. I’m overwhelmed, to say the least.
Read MoreThere is a certain intensity building in my heart as I reflect on what this spring and summer have brought to mind.
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