I would have to say Raynal and cranberry (I like to call it Craynal). It tastes like wine, but with a kick because it’s brandy. The first time I had it was at a friend’s house and absolutely nothing went wrong that night.
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A great tribute to the little women from the MEN who are trying to raise them. To the MEN who know how important it is to stay in their lives. To the MEN who value who they are and what they can become.
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This is so righteous! I witnessed a situation just last night that made me grit my teeth, but I reserved judgement and it surely paid off in the final moment. Looking back AND reading this, that man handled that situation BEAUTIFULLY. THANK YOU.
Last week a friend posted a blog article on her Facebook written by a single dad. As a single parent, I usually like to check out posts by people with similar situations, and so I clicked the link. I probably shouldn’t have. The post was about this ‘terrible’ man in Costco who the blogger had witnessed yelling at his small child several times, and his opinion about it. Three pages of his opinion!
I was bothered, bothered enough to comment and say so. The gist of my comment was that it wasn’t his place to judge someone else based on a 5 minute observation. It wasn’t a popular opinion. But luckily for me I have thick skin, and my sense of self-worth is not dictated by what someone else thinks of me or my opinion.
I will admit though that I spent a few days thinking about why exactly his…
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Rachel has no children and presumed she wouldn’t have much to do with the children from Sam’s first marriage because they were grown up and in college. “I forgot that kids come home from college in the summer and at Christmas…I’ve never liked teenage boys. I didn’t like them when I was a teenage girl. I felt like this sloppy teenage boy had been foisted on me. So I was angry all the time. I resented his presence and cried a lot. I probably should have had more empathy for the kid than I had pity for myself. But essentially, I just put up with it until it was over.”
– Excerpt from What No One Tells the Bride by Marg Stark
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