Is it Really Just Stuff?
I open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MoreI open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MoreStanding in line behind three women at the book store recently, I indulged in what every woman does. I compared myself to others.
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