(Late) Weekend Reminder
October 5, 2020

Weekend Reading | The Full Helping

Hi all. Didn’t get around to posting weekend reading yesterday. I found out in the morning that someone close to my mom and me had passed away unexpectedly. I’ve been focusing on supporting my mother however I can.

For today, I’m offering you the reminder that I’ve given to myself: take care of yourselves and your loved ones, focus on the present, and find gratitude where you can. I’ll be back later this week.

xo

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  1. I’m sorry for the lots of your mom’s friend. My heart goes out to the two of you,

  2. Hi Gena,

    Condolences to you and your mother during this healing time for her. XXX

  3. So sorry to hear of your loss. My best to your mom.
    If you don’t post, I just re-read old posts with a cozy cup of tea. There’s usually some nugget I missed or didn’t fully absorb, and finding recipes again is like seeing old friends.

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