Between a Crock and a Hard Place

We sold our house in late March, forcing us to purge through items that we no longer used or needed. My husband begged me to get rid of this crummy old crock-pot. He really couldn't understand why I would keep it. It had no lid, was small, and didn't have a timer. He also claimed it was ugly. Yet, I refused to give it up. You see, this crock-pot represented my creativity and strength during one of the darkest times of my life. It represented the tough years we had experienced and the strength … [Read more...]