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Words
The greatest waves of guilt I’ve ever felt have been over my words. There’s no way I could recall all the times my heart has seemingly fallen into my belly while reflecting on a conversation and my own ill-spoken words. I’ve thrown curse words at loved ones, I’ve criticized friends behind their backs, I’ve shared stories that weren’t mine to…
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Statement Culture
We have become a culture of statements. Jewelry is no longer called a simple “necklace” but a “statement piece.” A couch is no longer a place to sit your butt, but has to also “make a statement.” Our cars, our homes, our clothes, friends, where we eat, the beer we drink have become statements about who we are. And our…
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Syrian Refugee Offering
My church in downtown Raleigh (http://vintagenc.com/) is taking up a two-week offering for a church plant in Edinburgh (http://www.gracechurchleith.org) that is caring for local Syrian Refugees. All profits from any Paige Puckett Pottery sales from now through the end of 9/27/15 (less sales tax, Etsy fees, and shipping) with be given to this offering and benefit Syrian families who have…
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What’s Growing
Yesterday after I shared gardening pictures on Facebook, I realized I probably should have posted them here on the blog. While I’ve gone out regularly to pick okra and beans, the garden has taken a back seat to the new school year, soccer practices, and my newly discovered ability to run errands without kids. I do little thirty minute projects…
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Grayson Highlands
We’ve returned from our Labor Day (Weekend) trip to Virginia, and once again I’ve taken far more pictures of wildlife than my family. The “wild” ponies were exciting for the kids, and we loved our hike in Grayson Highlands. I did get plenty of cute shots of the boys, but I’ll save those for the family. The first day we…
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New School Year Resolutions
We are now two weeks into the new school year, and I thought my stress level would have drastically declined by now, but it hasn’t. It’s amazing that in the few hours of daylight my kids are home, they manage to trash the house and my vocal chords. I find myself repeating the same morning directives so often that I…
