Thanksgiving Leftovers
Thankfulness in many ways is magical. When divides —whether political, religious, social, or emotional— feel irreparably deep, gratitude for the leftover goodness mends, a circle of thankfulness bridges gaps between us.
Love Is a Four-Letter Word
I’m writing this for the other people like me, who, at some point wondered if they were getting it all wrong, if they were incapable of true love, if they were broken because they couldn’t surrender their hearts with abandon.
Open letter to a lost friend: Six Dollars and a Deadly Secret
I had known you for twenty years, but in ten months, I learned I didn’t know you at all.
Open letter to a lost friend: Adrift
The afternoon was pleasant, yet on that day I understood that our friendship had reached its natural end.
I didn’t plan to be a mom.
The most important part of Mother’s Day for me is my children. Not the card. Not the flowers. Not a gift. Certainly not guilting them into cooking, cleaning, or taking me out to eat (although I confess I tried that once or twice ). Mother´s Day is about this unexpected path, a journey I never imagined for myself. Motherhood. My children.
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