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I’m Dianne, a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, and Christ-lovin’ creative. This is my home to share what inspires me, moves me, and brings meaning and beauty to everyday life.

“Creativity is the way I share my soul with the world.”
-BRENE BROWN
MOST RECENT POSTS

A Broken Hugger
I have a broken hugger. I wasn’t aware of it until a few years ago. Teenagers have a way of pointing out all of their parent’s flaws, but this one was particularly perplexing. I was a new mother again after eleven long years, and my thirteen-year-old girl, the one with the passionate personality, hugged me between the kitchen table and the cupboards. Oh, how I needed that hug amid the questions and the grieving, but then she ruined it by asking, “Mom why don’t you hug back?”