Redo: Friendship, Struggle, and The Only Way to Come Out on Top

Redo: Friendship, Struggle, and The Only Way to Come Out on Top

It’s not often our natural instinct to give someone a redo. After all, sometimes when we let someone try again it means they win, and we lose. This is just as true in our relationships as it is in a card game—but the stakes are even higher.  It’s far easier to cut someone out than to let her try to win back our trust again. It’s far easier to let a co-worker look bad for her poor planning than it is to help her out, knowing she’ll be the one taking all the credit.

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The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

It took just over 24 hours to cry through the entire box of tissue. We’d driven up the coast, through a steady rain, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. We had no real plan other than resting up, exploring the area, and working our way through a stack of favorite family games. We’d packed cinnamon tea, red wine, books, sweaters, and walking shoes. 

We were, after all, following doctor’s orders. Last

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Ten: A (Free) Journal For a New Season of Grace & Courage

Ten: A (Free) Journal For a New Season of Grace & Courage

September is my New Years. I’m thinking about a legit celebration this year – champagne, sparklers, the midnight kiss.

No matter my age, no matter how many years have passed since I was a student, I still mark time by the school year. And the fall still feels like the exciting beginning of a new rhythm. It’s all crisp and energetic, and it doesn’t have that weird let down of January 1st, where after a month-solid of eating and drinking, you step out, sluggish and pale, into the freezing cold sleepiness of mid-winter. It’s no wonder those resolutions fail.

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Crumbs: Letting Go, Looking Up, and Finding Your Very Best Life

Crumbs: Letting Go, Looking Up, and Finding Your Very Best Life

I don’t often eat cake, but when I do, I like to eat it for breakfast. Nothing too sweet, no sugary frosting (I’m more of a butter girl). But if there’s an extra little slice leftover, I’m much more likely to enjoy it with an early morning cup of coffee than after a full dinner (isn’t that the worst time for dessert? We need to rethink this…)...

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