Nostalgic Musings

What I wouldn’t do to go back to the 17 year old me with the understanding that — though not perfect — home is where people know you. It’s where you don’t have to explain why and how you think the way you do because you’re all a product of similar experiences.

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It takes a village…

Raising my children in Minnesota, the one thing I miss is family.  I grew up in a small town in Oklahoma on the outskirts of an even smaller town where my father was born and raised.  Having lived there his whole life – and my father being one of more than a dozen children my … Continue reading It takes a village…

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