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We Always Think We Have More Time

We Always Think We Have More Time

The minutes blended into hours and the hours blended to days and before I knew it my daughter wasn’t seven anymore, she was fourteen. In between the spaces we took vacations, spent days at the river, started fostering, hustled kids to school events and sports,...
Guilty of Rushing

Guilty of Rushing

Picture this: It’s been a long day. Your inbox has been bombarded, the unfinished projects are piling up, the bills haven’t been paid, your tank is on E, and you just walked in the door to a messy house with teenagers who haven’t picked up any slack and a toddler...