When I was a little girl, I dreamed about becoming a mother.
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When I was a little girl, I dreamed about becoming a mother.
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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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There I was. There we were. Four women squeezed into an elevator with 7 young men and two guards.
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I come into our bedroom with a butcher knife in one hand and a ziplock bag of pills in another.
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In the Near East, a person suffered total degradation when slapped by someone’s left hand, the hand that no Hebrew would use to touch another because it was the hand for wiping at the toilet.
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“For a while I could not remember some word I was in need of, and I was bereaved and said: where are you, beloved friend? ~ Mary Oliver
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