War and Peace In My Body

I stared at the number on the scale, then stepped off quickly so it would disappear before my husband made his way into the room. How could I have let it get this bad?  I began to run the numbers in my head, each one a new accusation. I was scarily close to my self-defined…

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Time to Dare

My husband held me back with a force he used as a defensive lineman in high school.  His face was intense and I didn’t care.  Our next-door neighbor was screaming at me and his words lit me up like a prairie fire.  As quiet and kind as I can be, this man evoked a rage in me that…

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