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“TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. Every once in a while she would blaze through the house and clean everything-at which point, the process would start all over.”

Quote by Erica Bauermeister

Work

Joy For Beginners

This book explores the principles and practices of finding joy in the mundane aspects of life. It offers insights and exercises aimed at helping readers develop a deeper appreciation for the simple pleasures and moments of happiness that surround them. more

Author

Erica Bauermeister

Erica Bauermeister is an American author born in 1959. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound emotional depth, primarily focusing on themes of family, love, and human nature. more

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