Dear Mothers, I’m writing you today because I can no longer contain the ache in my gut and fire in my heart…
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I can’t watch Syrian refugee videos without crying. I can’t hear Donald Trump’s hate-filled rhetoric without my pulse quickening and my heart hurting…
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I recently came across an old day planner of mine from 2008. We were living in Austin (before our move to Mexico), my…
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My husband and I saved our wounded marriage this year. Several of my closest friends dissolved their own. Each one of us is in a…
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My life is quite a mess at the moment. My home is messy, my garden is messy, my children are messy, my marriage…
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I was seventeen when my eldest daughter was born. This fact, along with the fact that I am now thirty-seven, combined with the…
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So much has happened since we crossed the border two months ago that I’m not even going to try to recount the details…
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It’s so surreal I almost don’t believe it: Our adventure in Mexico has come to an end. We left Tuesday. Just. Like. That.…
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Over the next several weeks while I’m focusing on my book, I’ll be offering questions meant to cultivate community-wide discussion. You can check out…