Kristin Schell
Thursday mornings in July, I drive along the banks of The Big Thompson River down to the town square in Estes Park to the Farmer’s Market. Strolling through the tent-lined square with my arm draped through my basket, I tug my sweater tight across my chest to ward off the chill. I chuckle at the notion of needing a sweater…
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In case you missed it Sunday is the Super Bowl. I don’t know about you, but I can hang all Fall with middle school, high school, and college football. But the Super Bowl? As we say in Texas, I don’t have a dog in this hunt. Our soon-to-be teenager son is pretty much singularly focused on football. Which is infinitely…
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That’s my first born Little. We’ve graduated from flag football and I’m out of my everlovingmind comfort zone watching middle school football this year. I would tell you how tiny I think he looks in those big old football pads, but that would break one of the rules I’m about to share. Surely I’m not the only mama squirming in the…
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