Summer
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In August, summer yawns. The leaves are tired — as freckled by the sun as my daughter’s nose and cheeks. We ring summer out like a wet beach towel — squeezing as much from these final warm days as we can. We spend a day beside the ocean as a family. Hours are spent building
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Have you ever had a premonition or sense of foreboding about something yet to come? The summer of 2019 was one of the sweetest my family has ever had. Our kids were five and two years old, and we made so many good memories together that year. That July, we went camping in Vermont with
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June was mercy. Quiet days at home — slow mornings, sitting in the sunshine reading, noticing wildflowers, planting a belated garden for the kids, long walks with my husband. An endless stream of kids in and out of the door, sticky floors and dripping freeze pops, days spent in the backyard playing in the water
The Wheat Princess 