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“Maybe life doesn’t get any better than this, or any worse, and what we get is just what we’re willing to find: small wonders, where they grow.”
-Barbara Kingsolver
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The Great Unfurling of Growing Up
Eight years. Eight years since I crossed the holy threshold of birth to become a mother. Dreams brought to life with the great ache of joy; quivering, squeezing, stretching until I emerged as something wholly new, holding someone holy and new. And now, through the creeping crawl of the days and the great strides of…
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What it Means to Live a Creative Life
For the longest time, I didn’t consider myself a creative person. Though I loved to explore the world and my mind with curiosity, follow inspiration, and make new and different things, it never felt like enough. Unless I had published a book or released a song or had art displayed in a gallery or poetry…
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Five Favorites: Lubec, Maine & Campobello Island, Canada
The car headed north, weaving along the rocky coastline. We’d chosen the scenic route, rarely a bad choice, unless kids are involved. But on this day, they were amenable. Maybe it was the soothing evergreen forests or the glimpses of the foggy sea that kept them at peace. More likely it was the snacks. Our…
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Five Favorites: Saint Andrews, Canada
I’ve always dreamed of traveling internationally with my kids. The thought of exploring new cultures and languages with them. Exposing them to perspectives outside of their home country. Expanding their horizons and broadening their knowledge. As it turned out, our first international venture with the kids was less idyllic and more just trying to convince…
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Five Favorites: Roque Bluffs & Machias, Maine
When we first started planning our trip to Maine (and to be clear, planning is a term I use very lightly, as neither my husband nor myself are natural planners), we knew we wanted to be in the general vicinity of Acadia. Close enough to go in and enjoy the park, but far enough out…
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Five Favorites: Acadia & Bar Harbor, Maine
Sunlight crested over the jagged mountains, bathing the landscape in a beautiful auburn aura. I hadn’t slept a wink the night before, but the first glimpse of sunrise filled me with renewed energy. Miles continued to roll away beneath us as I heard the soft murmur of small voices perk up from the backseat. Glancing…
The Small Wanders 