I am on a hero’s journey. To where? I do not know. All I do is chooseto show up each day As a bright light As a brave heart As burning hope.
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I am on a hero’s journey. To where? I do not know. All I do is chooseto show up each day As a bright light As a brave heart As burning hope.
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Standing on the front deck of our bay house, I was captivated by the view of sunrise over the water once again. Pretty much every morning my husband and I have been here the dogs have woken me up earlier than I wanted for their morning potty break and breakfast. But secretly? I have loved…
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As the bow of our raft started to plummet into a Class 4 rapid on the Arkansas River, my pulse quickened and my adrenaline shot up as I heard my guide shout, “Paddle forward! Don’t stop!” My best friend and I were seated at the bow, in charge of setting the pace for the four…
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Errreeeeooooo-errreeeeooooo-errreeeeoooooo-errreeeeooooo. I looked down after sitting attached to the human milking machine (if you know, you know) for 35 minutes only to see 1 ounce total compiled by my milk machines. After so much of my time and life connected to that damn pump, I was so over it.
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In my life I have often found that the thing I most desperately long for in others is the quality I am longing for within myself. I have wanted to feel safe. I have wanted friendships that I could trust. I have wanted friends that I could depend on. I have longed at times to…
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The sun is setting before the low-grade headache from another day spent on my screen fully registers. But now the muddy light of my apartment has sharpened the artificial glow of the laptop, and I can’t help but wince. Note to self: explore blue light glasses. A bit of self-awareness ushers me into my body,…
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We went to the beach after lunch when the temperatures had warmed up. The sun was shining, the ocean was calm and smooth, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the air was so perfectly warm. It was no longer cold and windy, sand pelting your legs. It wasn’t the powerful heat of the summer,…
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The stage was a mere platform, less than a foot above the crowd, and I had purposely invited others to share it with me. The student union ballroom was fully opened- round tables and rows of chairs and standing room only at the back. Over 650 people packed the space for the inaugural human trafficking…
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It’s mid-December, and the children have left in a flurry for the bus stop. I stand in the kitchen, refill my coffee cup, and survey the damage before I get ready for work. The counter is covered with almost every condiment from the fridge and pantry—every base of breakfast and lunch prep covered. There are…
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August 21 marks 40 years since I had major surgery to correct a 40° curve in my spine due to scoliosis.
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