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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At the beginning of January (which feels like about a week ago), I made a commitment to myself to have my book editor-ready…
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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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Life has ahold of my babies. Each year it pulls them out from under my wing with a little more insistence and a…
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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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2014 was rough for me. I’d even describe it as my toughest year yet. If you’ve kept up with my story (the public…