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5 Mistakes to Avoid as a Hostess this Thanksgiving

In my eleven years of being married I've made a lot of blunders as a hostess, the biggest of which happened right before my wedding day. I said no to guests wanting to come at the last moment. That is, I said no to my mother-in-law, who wanted to invite them read more

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Mobile Hospitality

Because my friend is a mobile hostess. She takes hospitality on the road. Everyone is a guest in her presence. She creates a place for others to feel welcome right where they are. Just as they are. read more

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The Places We Dwell

No matter how casual or official the occasion, entering someone’s dwelling space causes the connection between hosts and guests to swell. There’s something sacred about the places we dwell. read more

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Winter 2015 Call for Magazine Submissions

That’s why Hello, Darling is going to walk the journey alongside you this year. In the Winter 2015 issue of the magazine we want to talk about identity, authenticity, courage and bravery. We’re collecting articles for this issue of the magazine, and the turnaround is going to fast! read more

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Courage to Stay Married

We kept our promise. For the last year we've said the hard and good things needing to be said. We don't live in the terse, loud silence anymore. We are us again. But us is irreparably changed, and today I'm so angry about it I can't stop crying on the highway. read more