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As we come to the end of this year, it feels only fitting I give everyone- including myself- a recap of how much a life can change if, or when, you answer the call God has laid out before you. In the footsteps of the esteemed Andie Anderson writing for Composure Magazine, I’m going to give you my spin on the “How To” column this week. Now from the title you might be puzzled- why did you lose your life and why would I want to read about that? Well, I caught you somehow??? Just

On December 31, 2015, I fell off of a ladder and broke my very first bone- the arm. I wish this was the start of a very cool tale with ninjas and PARKOUR, but sadly it is pretty pitiful and ended with a perc-y not a pop. The good news is- it’s a mercifully short story and not really the point of this piece. Rather, I want to tell you about my very first big girl job where I had the blessing of meeting one of the next very important characters in the story of my life. How the

As you all have had the pleasure (I hope!) of reading about my news that I am now a farmer with chickens, which my husband has to (always) follow up behind me with, “we don’t live on a real farm, she’s kidding”. This was a recent experience which is why it is still a fresh burn. I am a farmer! With four chickens. It’s not about the size of the farm, it's the size of the delulu dreams of the farmer. I picked that term up from my TikTok days and it has stuck with me ever since,