My daughter was 22 months old when I left my classroom for Christmas break and never returned. Writing was merely a hobby when I left the
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I’ve moved into a retirement community. Not permanently — not yet, at least — but my mom, my kids and I are visiting my spectacular grandmother,
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It surprises me every morning. My alarm begins ringing, and I fumble for the phone thinking someone is calling before I remember my scheduled workout. I
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At the beginning of 2012, I made a conscious decision to get serious about writing as a career. I knew I needed to be careful about
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Thanksgiving morning was beautiful here, sunny and hovering around sixty degrees. With my dinner requirements under control — mashed potatoes filled with garlic and buttery goodness
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One birthday, many moons ago, my mother followed me into the Franklin Covey store and said “Happy Birthday” with an organizational system and a furrowed brow.
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The bag is familiar and not just because this particular one has rested against my mirror for far too long. The creamy, neutral stripes and pink
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One summer, with student loans, part time jobs, and willing friends, my husband lived in a San Diego suburb for a few glorious months. They could
→So much of Brené Brown’s Daring Greatly focuses on vulnerability and the ways we can move past shame to forge deeper connections with the people around
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