Beth Wilson
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The Second Stone: A Dream (Part 1)
As I write the story of how we came to live in our white, two-story farmhouse, I am power washing it. Dirt, spider webs, algae and other questionable specs litter every nook and cranny, but especially the underbelly of each… Continue reading
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Millie
It was August 2012. Eric and I had just moved into our first apartment. We were college graduates and newly married, and I was one week away from starting my first big girl job teaching high school family and consumer… Continue reading
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The First Stone: The Lake
Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember.… Continue reading
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The Twelve Stones
Walk with me. It’s the dry season, but the grass has been mowed. Ordinary shoes will do fine. Grasshoppers sense us coming, so they jump out of the way just before we come upon them. Dragonflies zip here and there,… Continue reading
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Too Wonderful
What is it about believing in the wonderful that often feels improbable? Five years ago we moved into the farmhouse. That was a big deal. I thought, “Why me, of all people? This feels too good to be true. This… Continue reading
12 Stones Farmhouse 