Don’t Go to Bed Angry Book Giveaway
Last week I shared a book review of Don’t Go to Bed Angry by Deb and Ron DeArmond. I was called away and didn’t post with it the 5 book giveaway. This ends Monday, so act NOW!
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Last week I shared a book review of Don’t Go to Bed Angry by Deb and Ron DeArmond. I was called away and didn’t post with it the 5 book giveaway. This ends Monday, so act NOW!
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Tradition. I wish writing it felt as beautiful as when I hear the song in Fiddler on the Roof. For years I’ve shared around my birthday where I’m at in life and what I look like. I think in part to encourage you, and perhaps, to keep me accountable and encourage myself. Each year that…
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