Late last week, I made it through the last box of my grandmother’s mason jars. My grandmother was many things,...
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Among other things, I journey with a group of folks moving through a two-year fellowship program that I shape and...
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I live in a small town in rural Madison County, North Carolina. My husband was born and raised two counties...
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i believe in you and me– and a we that leads from here to there and back again.i believe in...
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I come from women who carry the load and pretend that the weight doesn’t bear. They came from women who...
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I once spent the greater part of a long weekend on a mountainside with a group of strangers. Our gathering...
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My morning routine starts with coffee. So much so that the ritual begins the night before, when my husband gets...
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In the beginning was word and it mattered.In the beginning was question and it wondered.In the beginning was chaos, and...
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I saw you online recently. You were one of five women participating on a panel tackling complex questions on a...
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I like to measure my words carefully and often take my time with phrases that turn on so many things....
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