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A Prayer Answered
Read more: A Prayer AnsweredMy prayer that morning was a simple one : I asked that the same one that made the waves, the same one that made my sad heart, would hold my mother in tenderness as she traveled back “home”.
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Dear Children: This Life is Messy
Read more: Dear Children: This Life is MessyDear Children, Yes, this life is messy. One moment you’re getting a gold star for helping your teacher, the next your heart is breaking because your only friend chose someone else for their birthday ring. Yes, crap is hard. I know. And, I know that the books tell you how the hard moments…
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Confession: I’ve been taking drugs (A story about AFFIRMATIONS)
Read more: Confession: I’ve been taking drugs (A story about AFFIRMATIONS)The sudden surge of dopamine, serotonin and all the other hormones that would overflow in your bloodstream?
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Casting Call: Wicked Witch/Wizard
Read more: Casting Call: Wicked Witch/WizardYou know the funny thing about the people who behave the worst?
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The Front Row (Who deserves a seat?)
Read more: The Front Row (Who deserves a seat?)Deciding who gets a front row seat in the movie that is your life is a tricky one. Friends change, lovers deflect, egos inflate, eyes open, lust conquers, death knocks, jobs morph, travel calls, masks drop, strategies shift, needs flip, kids drift, hearts evolve. You know, life happens? While we are certain that…
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Traffic Light Lady (A story about running your own race) – To the Trompies “MADIBUSENG” soundtrack
Read more: Traffic Light Lady (A story about running your own race) – To the Trompies “MADIBUSENG” soundtrackSomeone I barely know asked me how I find the energy to chase my dreams with such gusto? She continued by stating, quite matter of factly, that I seem to be one of those people to whom great opportunities “just come” and the lovely lady ended off by saying that she also noticed that I…
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Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)
Read more: Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)My 2 year old took a tub of black eye shadow and sprinkled it all over our cream bedroom carpets. He didn’t spill. He sprinkled. Liberally. I was very upset. And the look on his face told me that he understood how I felt about his “magic dust”. After I calmed…
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The Call to Rip off the Band-Aid
Read more: The Call to Rip off the Band-AidHardly 24 hours after my mother died, someone walked up to me with the soul (yes soul) purpose of telling me that they were “angry” with me. They felt further entitled to pour out the details, as though I had any capacity whosoever to indulge such a “sharing” at that particular moment in my…
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Have You Ever? (Version II)
Read more: Have You Ever? (Version II)Have you ever felt like you’ve been kicked in the gut? How did the breaking of your heart sound? Did it grind, wring and burn corners of your chest that you had long forgotten?
