Share Your Story: Stephanie Gunning

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In this series, guests write their answer to the question “What’s Your Story?” Their story can be about a moment in time, an entire life — or anything in-between. If you are interested in contributing YOUR story, let me know. I was so small. But I had an idea that motivated me to action: Freshly washed sheets! The smell was …

Why Traditions Matter To Me

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A guest post by Erica Kaplan, aka my sister.   A few days ago my 5-year-old daughter Lily asked me why we still had our “Happy Halloween” banner hung in the corner of our kitchen. She’s right to ask, it’s strange that we still have it up from last October’s pre-Halloween get together. Every year we have people over with …

Share Your Story: Jesse Blayne

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My closet tells the story of me. When I was eight I wore the First Communion dress my mom made – knee-length, starched white lace.  The layers of starch turned an otherwise delicate dress into a young Catholic girl’s suit of armor. Plastic Lily of the Valley was stitched to the crown of the matching veil in an effort to …

Share Your Story: Lee Block

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Spit & Glue Hold My Pieces Together I have balanced my life on a plate made of the finest of bone china. The plate itself is fairly nondescript, just a faint ecru with scalloped edges lined in gold, and might even be considered an antique given my age. The markings on the back indicate a skull and cross bones and …

It Is Time

Allison Nazarian Inspiration, Real Life, Share Your Story, The Life of Allison

This morning I tried to weasel out of my writing commitment. But my honey called me on it. Well, he didn’t have to. I called myself on it. The conversation went something like this: Me: Let’s go out to breakfast, wouldn’t that be fun!? Him: Sure. Me: How about we go right now!? Him: After your morning post, right? Me/My …

The Story In You

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I was about 12 or 13 when I figured out that not every grandmother was an Auschwitz survivor. That not every grandmother remembers the very day Hitler’s troops invaded her Polish city. That not every grandmother became a darling of the speaking circuit, freely sharing the details of her harrowing and ultimately life-affirming story with people in churches, schools and …