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The other day, I let little Stephanie step into my home. She wanted to borrow some cocoa for brownies, so I walked over to the pantry leaving the front door open and she came inside. I watched as her eyes danced around, taking it all in. The next day, she…
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The Little Guy
Since posting about letting my hair grow, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans Living and I have been sending each other Marco Polos each week. It’s…
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Walk Alongside Them
It’s late afternoon/early evening as I clear a space to start this post. The title came to me while driving to a hair appointment, so…
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Try It For Ourselves
After receiving the bag of coffee from my neighbor, I thought seriously about giving it back. I even sat down and wrote him a note…
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Faith Like Wildflowers
I’m still enjoying ironing, but I may have become overly ambitious. I bought a pair of cargo pants made from an almost silky fabric, so…
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Grab a warm cuppa and soothe your weary soul inbarbsworld. I’m Barb, the writer behind this blog and I share through a clear, simple lens. I’ve lived a life filled with everything that money could buy, but in 2014 I left that life to feel myself living. Now, I know what abundance truly is and it can’t be bought.
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