“I wish I was there. We would cry and probably cuss.” The words came from a close friend the day...
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Mom Sent Me Away So I’d Come Home+
Let me tell you some stories about my mom. She was a creative persuader. When I was a surly teenager...
Singled Out in Church+
I love the church. I love that I grew up in the church. Because I love the people who cared...
What and Why I Hoard+
The present is razor-thin; it’s always tumbling into the past before we enjoy it. My parents passed away not long ago....
Turning the Other Cheek, Part 2: Admitting It+
In Part 1, we discussed how every one of us has been “emotionally slapped” or treated cruelly by someone. How...
Shattered by Shame+
An enormous cherry-wood table sits in the conference room at my workplace. The edges of the table are scraped and...
Time Trials of a Work-at-Home Mom+
The Olympics have brought intense competition, heartfelt emotion, and really good ads. Like my favorite commercial about Olympian Noelle Pikus-Pace, who won...
Hands Off My Red Handle+
I was 12, maybe 13 years old. It was winter, and my cousins and I had spent the morning sledding....
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