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“Crown or no crown, you’re still a queen to me.” I read these bold, black words in a small card with a picture of a silver glitter crown on the cover. My friend, Desire—my coworker and fellow sorority sister—left this card for me at our work. It was a sweet gift: we had just learned…
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Last week I was talking with our daughter, Katie, about my desires for Mother’s Day. I made a remark about planning to ask our son, Tim, if he could be here for at least part of the day as it was ‘the last Mother’s Day.’
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“I notice you haven’t written in some time.” My friend and I were chatting over lunch.
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A deep sigh emerged along with its synchronized eye roll.
Read MoreOn my tippy toes I stood to watch her play her piece. I swear the spotlight drenched her in angel light.
Read MoreI live with a fair amount of restlessness coursing through my veins.
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