Why We NEED Each Others’ Stories

I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped.  I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller.  My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine.  Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks.   I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a…

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It Gets Better

It gets SO much better. There wasn’t even one tantrum.  Not one open-mouthed wailing session. The afternoon breeze blew softly through the line of trees overhead.  the grassy berm of land bordering the walkway to the livestock exhibits had a string of Garton Tractors parked for display.  Whomever was assigned to stand by and sell…

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