My name is Melissa Ringstaff and I've been blogging since 2001. I'm a pastor's wife and homeschooling mom living in the beautiful Appalachian Mountains of Southeastern KY. I believe you can create a home you love and I'm here to help you do exactly that. I'm so glad you're here with me. I hope we can be friends!
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Our Summer Schedule
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March can be an odd little month. Winter hasn’t quite let go, but spring is trying to break through. I have daffodils starting to pop up!! Some days you’re still wrapped in a blanket with a hot cup of tea (or sitting by the fire like me), and other days the sun streams through the…
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How to Start Family Traditions That Actually Stick
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