Colleen Chao 3 Minute Read Four years ago this month, I sat at a coffee shop with trembling heart, looking across the table at a man named Eddie. He was not quite a stranger to me, due to weeks of long phone conversations and shared group activities, but he was a huge risk. I’d been hurt too many times before, and I was scared. Please don’t hurt me, my tender heart cried.
Jeannie Pederson 4 Minute Read I remember moving a lot as a kid. My siblings and I climbed trees, built forts, played tag, and rode bikes. As a teenager, farm work filled my days, and I stayed strong by feeding cattle, making hay, and gardening. As a young adult, I was careful to keep adding ways to be active: running,…
Chantel 4 Minute Read I crave real simplicity. I’m not really a minimalist in the true sense of the word. I could never get rid of my shelves (and boxes) of books and I think it’s okay to have more than three or four completely mix-and-matchable outfits in my wardrobe. But I know how full and crazy life is….
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