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So many of us are struggling. How can we stay hopeful and positive when negativity seeps into every fiber of our daily life?

A once widespread custom that now exists only in the memories of those who remember, sitting up with the dead is perhaps a more humane way of handling loss. A childhood experience made it unmistakably clear that life in the South follows traditions both distinctive and deeply rooted.

My heart is full of gratitude for my readers. Thank you. And thank you to a message in nature from the master weaver itself.

Senior year has come for my youngest. The enormous school bus that dwarfed my kindergartener now seems right sized. The small hand that held mine and, brows furrowed, asked if I could walk them to their classroom now confidently seizes the day and shrugs off any concerns with, “Mom, I’ll be fine.”