Category: Moments Between
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Somewhere Between Autumn and Winter
The cooler air has finally settled in, and October is beginning to look a little different than it did just a week or two ago. I’ve noticed it most in the trees. Their branches are becoming easier to see, and the leaves that once filled them are now scattered across the grass, gathering along driveways…
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From My Writing Desk
I can’t believe I’m already sitting down to write my October letter. September seemed to go by especially fast this year. Maybe because I spent so much of it waiting for those first cooler mornings to finally show up. They have now, and lately I’ve been waking up to dew covering the grass and temperatures…
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When Autumn Came Knocking
Autumn came knocking one September day,while Summer was nowhere near packed away.She tapped on the windows and rattled the trees,then sailed through the yard on a cool little breeze. “Not yet,” Summer called. “You’re early, I think!My roses are blooming. My skies are still pink.The afternoons linger, the crickets still sing,and I haven’t packed up…
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When the Morning Begins to Change
I noticed it when I stepped outside this morning. The air felt different against my skin. It wasn’t cold enough for a sweater, but there was a coolness to it that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. The kind that makes you linger outside a little longer instead of immediately thinking about how warm…
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Letters From My Writing Desk
September 1, 2026 The Season I’m In Dear Friend, September has always felt a little like a beginning to me, just not in the way January does. There are no resolutions or expectations that everything needs to change. The mornings simply begin to feel different, the evenings come a little sooner, and the light through…
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Before Summer Slips Away
August 31 feels a little different this year. Everywhere I look, people seem ready for fall. Pumpkins are showing up in stores, autumn recipes are making their way onto my screen, and people are already talking about sweaters, cooler mornings, changing leaves, and all the things they have been waiting for since the first really…
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The Quiet of Doing Nothing
A few weeks ago, at the end of a particularly full week, I walked outside and sat down by the pool. It had been one of those weeks that seemed to require a little more of me than usual. By Friday afternoon, my mind was tired. Not the kind of tired that makes you want…
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The Ones Who Remain
There are people who come into our lives for a season. And then there are the ones who remain. The ones whose presence becomes so familiar that somewhere along the way, we stop thinking about what life would look like without them. I’ve been thinking about those people lately. Maybe it’s because August is our…
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Becoming More Like Yourself
I was thinking the other day about how differently we’re all made. Some people come alive in the middle of a crowded room. They love gathering friends around the table, filling every weekend with plans, and saying yes to the next adventure before the last one is over. Others seem happiest with a quiet evening,…
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Letters From My Writing Desk
August 1, 2026 Holding On a Little Longer Dear Friend, I don’t know when July slipped by. Somewhere between writing another story, trying a new recipe, spending evenings outside, and lingering just a little longer after the sun began to set, the calendar quietly turned toward August. It seems like only yesterday summer was just…