

The Quiet Work of Motherhood
There is something about the changing of seasons that makes me reflective. (And yes, I know we're still in the midst of summer but the days are getting shorter and I live for fall so I'm getting excited.) Perhaps it’s the way the light shifts across the kitchen table, or the first cool morning that calls for a warm sweater and a mug clasped between tired hands. As the garden begins to surrender what it faithfully produced all summer (which for me was a ton of weeds and the o
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