The Hartwells
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Carmen shows up at 6:45am looking like she stepped out of an athleisure catalog. Hair perfect, matching set, shoes already laced. Meanwhi...
The thermostat says 72 degrees. My body says we’re living in an arctic tundra.
Spent twenty minutes pressed against our living room window this afternoon watching the couple in 3B have what appeared to be a very anim...
Started innocent enough. Was looking up something quick about book binding techniques for a pottery workshop idea Sarah and I were discus...
Woke up to Jake already making coffee for an army. Forgot I’d invited literally everyone over for Christmas morning gift exchange until I...
Cleaning out my anniversary planning folder today and stumbled across Jake’s note from that whole heating disaster back in February. You ...
Found myself awake before Jake this morning, which almost never happens, and decided to experiment with that French press technique Sarah...
Drove up to that little mountain town about an hour north this morning. No plan, no agenda, just me and whatever the day wanted to offer.
Michelle arrived at 8am for her Saturday training check-in, armed with what she called her ‘secret weapon smoothie recipe.’ I should have...
Thirty-four years old and still getting genuinely excited about Halloween costumes. There’s something beautifully ridiculous about a grou...
