Eleanor Grace
Stories, reflections, faith, and grit from Eleanor Grace—raw, real, and still growing.
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Caught Red-Handed
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced? I sat at the bar of a saloon in Jackson Hole, the ambient hum of classic country music and clinking glasses filling the room, but my eyes kept drifting down to the floorboards.… Continue reading
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The Book With No Last Page
What’s a book you never finished but still think about? I finished the book. I can prove it. There is a last page. I have been there. More than once. I turned it. Closed the cover. Finished. Except the book… Continue reading
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Somewhere Beyond the Frame
Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in? There are places I would love to see, but most of them suffer from the same unfortunate condition. They exist. And if I am being offered a vacation somewhere… Continue reading
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The Guest from Tomorrow
If you could go back and witness any historical event, which one would you pick? I would, of course, need something to wear. If I have been granted the extraordinary privilege of going anywhere in history, I refuse to squander… Continue reading
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The Woman Who Waited for Color
If you had to get a tattoo right now, what would it be and why? A tattoo is the soul’s own portrait—a permanent gallery of a life’s profoundest sentiments. But you ask what mine would be before it exists. You… Continue reading
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The Pursuit of Happily Ever After
How did you meet your significant other? Oh, what a day…Mid-February, back in 2002.What a very special time for me.I walked in to buy a car… But I was never going to be the same. I saw him the moment… Continue reading
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A Most Unfortunate Affair With Tradition
What’s a cultural tradition from your country that you love? A profound question, I must say. Take my hand, dear reader. No, truly. Take it. This deserves some hand-holding. Let us begin with tradition. Such an innocent little word. How… Continue reading
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Almost There. Again.
If you could relive one day from your past, which day would it be and why? It was 5:17 p.m. I remember it so clearly. Sometimes I close my eyes and I can still see it. Miles and miles of… Continue reading
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Where Forgotten Movies Go to Die
What’s the last movie that made you cry? I jumped into my memory looking for an answer. I thought it would be right there. It wasn’t. So I started digging further into my thoughts. I passed birthdays I thought I’d… Continue reading
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The Art of Not Erasing
If you could erase one event from history, what would it be? An artist doesn’t erase.We paint over it. One stroke changes the canvas. Another crosses it. Colors meet, layers build, and traces of what came before may still show… Continue reading
