WINTER

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light for the dark season

The world is dark, and light is precious. Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux For all of us, there are life seasons that feel bright and effortless. We move through our days with sun-kissed hearts, alive and alert to life and to…
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Happy New Year!

For years, my sister and I have talked about having a fancy party with our kids on New Year's Eve, but each year something happens--sickness, travel, or life--and the evening comes and goes just the same. This year, our three nieces came…

Merry Christmas

I've been quiet here lately, trying to focus more on the people right around me, on our togetherness. Still, the concentrated family time manages to feel blurry with warmth and goodness: sweet visits with both sides of our families, tasty foods…

O Christmas Tree

This time of year always feels concentrated and rich, like a dark chocolate truffle--something special meant to be taken in slowly. Like so many of you, we are busy, busy this month, and I'm trying my best to move through it intentionally.…
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a simple holiday wreath

Since moving to our home last spring, I've wanted to make a wreath for our front door--something organic and simple that reflects the rest of our home. So when my sister called earlier this week and asked if I wanted to make holiday wreaths…
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homemade cornbread | a recipe from kaylan buteyn

Cold weather arrived so much sooner for us this year. We seemed to almost skip the fall season altogether, but I enjoy the contrast. Instead of spreading out, we tend to huddle together and naturally seek activities that keep us closer,…
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simplifying home | reflecting the seasons

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.  --Charles Dickens While…
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handmade with love

I'm not sure why, but Valentine's Day often sneaks up on me. Mark and I usually plan something small for ourselves, but I often forget about the exchange of sentimental goods kids share, too. I used to love it as a child. We'd decorate boxes…