We are no longer in the protected Argolic Gulf where winds are relatively mild and predictable and a bubble of just having moved on board had somehow kept us in our own little world. 341 more words
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The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.
To build my home, which includes the teaching of my children, I made a plan outlining what our mission and purpose for the Stiles Brainery; because if not actively building it up, I’m tearing it down by default. 1,236 more words
It can be a very lonely road sometimes, that of ‘assisted family forming’. Medical intervention. Foster care. Adoption. Miracles, all of them. But it is often the long, arduous, heartbreaking months and years that get brushed over or heavily edited when that joyous day arrives. 330 more words