December at my annual visit, the nurse instructs, please step on the scale. I’d not weighed in about year; quite a feat from once weighing myself 2 to 3 times day.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
December at my annual visit, the nurse instructs, please step on the scale. I’d not weighed in about year; quite a feat from once weighing myself 2 to 3 times day.
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“I wasn’t finished!” Elsa stomped her foot and ran to the living room.
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“In the middle of a storm, I am holding on to you…”
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Desire has always been risky whitewater for me, full of rapids and shallows, rocks that create current, exhilaration, as well as the subtle danger and excitement of the eddy.
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I’m a recovering anorexic. The idea of dinner is not always one of joy and anticipation.
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When working with our girls at Scarlet Road I am often faced with this question: How do we stop the fear that crushes the dreams of each of our girls’ potential?
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