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That Time I Almost Said No

That Time I Almost Said No

The text came in one morning over the holidays: “Want to go to the Mill?”

My daughter, a high schooler, was at her favorite coffee shop reading, and I was at home working. We were texting about our plans together that afternoon. So far, we’d decided to grab a bite to eat and go shopping for a new comforter for her room (50% off After Christmas Sale!).

And now she was asking if we could also go to a nearby park called the Mill...

Our Place: The Beauty of Home

Our Place: The Beauty of Home

The For Sale by Owner sign caught my eye as my good friend and realtor, Wayne, drove down the street. He was telling a great story, but I wasn’t listening. I was looking in the side mirror, trying to see the house we had just passed.

We'd planned to check out another place in the cul-de-sac, but now that one didn’t interest me. I asked him to go back.