Whose story is it anyway?
If you’re not sure if you should be sharing your friend’s story, read this.
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.
Grief
The only way to the other side of Grief is through, but you don’t have to take that long, lonely journey alone.
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.
I don’t want your money, but . . .
I didn’t have a pocketful of coins to reach for, but this lady didn’t want my money. She wanted groceries. I reached past my what-ifs to find the compassion to look into the her eyes.
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