"I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is." - Vladimir Nabokov
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I was recently asked what my favorite 4th of July memory was... It might have been the time my mom, best friend, and I took a road trip to O... -
"If you aspire to be a person of consolation, If you want to share the priestly gift of sympathy, If you desire to go beyond giving c... -
I've never done this before, but I'm going to try a "roundup." I was asked to find baskets of a certain size for my intern... -
We are all different, but we are all coping. I lay awake last night, tears coursing down to my pillow, thinking of all the t... -
I am... ...grappling with the idea of grace (still). ...taking steps towards balance. ...loving having a kitchen to play in. ...a little don... -
Right now, I'm trying desperately not to become jaded. Although I don't believe in glass slippers or true love's kiss... I do be... -
Christopher and I have been watching a lot of food shows lately. "Good Eats," "Cut Throat Kitchen" and "Che... -
I'm tired of being someone else for someone else. I have been the dirt-bike girl, I have been the K-State football fanatic, I have been ... -
I like to blog about what I'm learning, but lately I haven't really liked what God has been teaching me. He's been ... -
Semester. It's so weird to think about where I was one year ago... Or even one semester ago... To remember the people that I loved and s...
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