A Good Samaritan Confession

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I was on my way to take out cash from the ATM when I saw a woman on the corner holding a cardboard sign.

Passing by the sign, I read, “I have 2 kids.”

Sadly, I have to admit that this is normally where my story ends. This entire blog is about leading a hospitable life, and yet rarely am I the good Samaritan that we read about in the Bible. I do my best to avoid eye contact, and I look the other way. Oh sure, I’m hospitable. I find plenty of ways to be generous to others, but it’s not often that the recipient of my kindness is the stranger standing on the corner with their cardboard sign. Continue reading

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Marriage: peaches and cream or sour grapes?

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I’d like to dedicate this post to my Aunt Sally’s memory.

When my hubby and I got married we had a very special dance during our reception. All the married couples came out on the floor, and then as the song continued to play they would be periodically eliminated based on how long they had been married. At the end, the longest married couple were asked for advice on how we newlyweds could have a successful marriage like theirs. Continue reading

Teaching Toddlers the Art of Window Shopping

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Sawyer’s first ride in the shopping cart.

When we had our first little boy I was grateful to be home with him, but typically a big part of us having a successful day was getting out of the house for a bit. When you’re trying to get out a little each day and most activities for children cost money those outings can add up quick. Parks are always free, but we could only do that for so long before the gnats attack. So what’s a mom to do to preserve her sanity?

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Do you clean your butter dish?

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*WARNING* Germaphobes may be grossed out by this post. *WARNING*

A few months ago I had a cleaning epiphany. You can clean your butter dish. This may not really be breaking news to some of you, but for me it was huge. Now before you go getting really nauseous and thinking I had a decade worth of mold growing in my butter dish, note that I had only recently acquired said possession. Before I became the proud owner of my little white butter dish we just swiped our knives directly in the spreadable tubs.

Just to keep it real, the part of my table not pictured is a disaster. Must scoot mess for the sake of art. That’s how everyone else cleans, right?

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