things I remember, the Nana version

I remember the clematis winding up the side of the cabin, deep purple faces turning to the little bit of sun between the trees on the mountain top.  Nana must have whispered charms and sprinkled Gaelic faerie dust to get them to...

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love and belonging

When I first went to the farm to meet Ed’s parents, I was terrified.  I knew the importance of family, and wanted so much to be a part of his. My family is loud and brazen and I knew things would be… uh, quieter, at...

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