The beauty (and comedy) of sticking together through all seasons Let me be clear: long-term love is not for the faint of heart. Itâs for the stubborn. The slightly delusional. The wildly optimistic. And the ones who know that choosing each other daily is sometimes more like saying, âFine. But Iâm still mad and you …
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đŠââď¸Subtitle: From Judgey Judy to Just Let Me Put My Reading Glasses On First Let me tell you something about younger me: she was full of opinions. Not the helpful kind, either. The âIâll never do thatâ kind. The judgment came easy, the eyebrows were perpetually raised, and the eye-rolls were Olympic level. I had …
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I really thought I was doing something. Like, bold-woman-walking-into-her-silver-era energy. Graceful. Grounded. Glowy. Growing out my gray hair felt like a power move. A âtake thatâ to beauty standards. A quiet revolution on my scalp. But somewhere between month three and my third spiral in the mirrorâŚit started to feel less like a revolution and …
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You ever say a sweet little prayer like, âLord, help me be more patientââand then suddenly find yourself trapped in a never-ending loop of elevator music and automated messages? âYour call is important to usâŚplease stay on the line.â Uh-huh. Sure it is. Thatâs exactly how Godâs sense of humor hits sometimes. One moment youâre …
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(And no, I donât mean metaphorical jailâI mean orange jumpsuit, cafeteria mystery meat, and one phone call kind of jail.) Listen, Iâm generally a loving, patient, âchoose kindnessâ kind of gal. But there are momentsâvery specific momentsâwhen I feel an unholy urge to throw my manners in a blender, hit purĂŠe, and watch the chaos …
Letâs get one thing straight: grace isnât just for ballerinas, Sunday mornings, or that one friend who somehow never spills red wine on her white blouse. No, honey â grace is for you. Itâs for me. Itâs for all of us messy-haired, coffee-dependent, âoops I said that out loudâ women just trying to make it …
đ Love Languages, But Make It Southern! Now yâall know the official list â Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Quality Time, Physical Touch, and Receiving Gifts. But down here in the South? We have a whole different flavor of romance. We may not say I love you every second, but weâll serve it to …
Because sometimes the truth tastes better with cream and conviction. Letâs get one thing straight: Iâm not here to throw my coffee or my convictions across the room. But I am sipping something strong, and itâs laced with a little faith, a little freedom, and a lot of love for this country. Iâm a conservative …
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Letâs be real: I love cookingâbut I love not cooking even more. You know what I donât love? Spending three hours over a stove only to end up with a 4 course meal that gets the âwhatâs thatâ look. Thatâs why Iâve decided to embrace my inner domestic goddess⌠the lazy way. Enter the Crock-Pot. …
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Let me confess something right up front: I am a cruise girlie. A floating-city, towel-animal, soft-serve-after-midnight, âwhereâs my lanyard?â cruise girlie. And if youâve ever wondered why people like me keep booking floating vacations like weâre collecting loyalty points (because⌠we are), let me take you on a deck-by-deck tour of why I love to …
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