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Marybeth Hancher

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FOR THE MOTHERS WHO FEEL UNSEEN

May 9, 2020

Free and Focused: How a 67 Year Old Typewriter is Changing the Way I Write

April 29, 2020

Simple Joys

April 7, 2020

Creativity & Caring (too much)

January 24, 2020

Happy 1st Birthday, Natasha! | Crate Paper Hey Pumpkin decorated Halloween Party

November 7, 2019

Pretty Pink Peonies

July 18, 2019

A Recap of February + March + April (2019) | Favorite Photos

May 21, 2019

A Recap of January (2019) | Favorite Photos

February 3, 2019

Natasha Nailah’s Birth Story + Birth Photography

November 21, 2018

Memory Keeping | Summer Travelers Notebook

June 27, 2018

July Is My Fave.

July 22, 2017

Finding My Way Back

April 11, 2017

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Latest ‘Grams

Each weekend, I write something new on the chalkbo

Each weekend, I write something new on the chalkboard we have in our kitchen, and I can't tell you how many times I've written this one. It gives me all the feels e.v.e.r.y time. I keep thinking I should just give it a permanent place in our home, but I never do. Because there's something super special about the slow act of writing it down again and again, remembering each time that we misfits, rebels, round pegs in square holes-- there is room for us here. ❤

Just putting this here because we don't take nearl

Just putting this here because we don't take nearly enough pictures together, and I never want one of them to be left buried on my phone, archived before it's seen. @danahancher-- I love you so much it's disgusting. 😉 ❤ 😘

I opened this How to Be a Wildflower book by @kati

I opened this How to Be a Wildflower book by @katiedaisy_artist to add a little quiet beauty into my morning, and when I saw this page I had to smile. This is my shout out to @owningmylifestory, holistic healer & fellow bee rescuer. ❤ She shared in her stories the other day a bee, cold and immobile outside, that she brought in and nursed back to health. Warmth, honey, reiki, love. It melted my heart and reminded me of my childhood days when I'd spend hours making "bug motels" using empty shoeboxes that I'd hide under my bed. 🤣 One had a kitchen, bathtub, bed made of paper taped together and cotton ball pillows. And, of course, crumbs to eat. In hindsight, I realize my approach was probably all sorts of wrong and unhelpful, but my motivation was always fueled by compassion. There was also the time when I was about Nadia's age when my dad found me peeling apart 2 ply toilet paper to tape together a lightweight parachute to send a bee out the window.... as if it couldn't just FLY. I can still see his facial expression when he realized what I was doing. 😂 The bee humored me and went inside the basket so I could send it on its way, so my efforts weren't totally wasted. 😉 Regardless, when I see anyone give love and care to even the smallest of creatures, I smile wide and whisper a thank you.I follow the advice of Mister Fred Rogers often: Look for the helpers. It's no secret that we are witnessing levels of division that are disproportionate to the amount of love we get to see each day. My heart aches for love. Within my home, I have it in doses I never imagined I'd have. Always. In my family, amongst my friends- love. It's not lacking. But in the media? Discussions/arguments between strangers online? We've fallen short, and the more time you spend "socializing" on these apps, the more drained you will feel (if you're like me and absorb others' pain like it's your own.) That being said, it was just really really nice to see that level of healing & selfless love given and received. Thanks for sharing that story with us, Kim. ❤ Let us all remember that despite our differences, we still can make the choice to love. Generously, exuberantly, sweetly. 🐝

As much as I want them to stay, the times I'm pre

As much as I want them to stay, the times I'm present to witness the leaves falling is incredibly special. Sacred, even. ❤🍂

I saw it and immediately pulled over to take her p

I saw it and immediately pulled over to take her picture. Cause... I mean... 😷 #makeitstop 😅

Come on now. 😍 Nadia's killin' me with her cute

Come on now. 😍 Nadia's killin' me with her cuteness. She sets Lambie and Boy Lambie here for "school" every day before she leaves for her own school, and today they're apparently quizzing each other with math flashcards. These are the things I find during the day that make me pause and smile. I share just in case it makes you smile, too. 😊

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