When I read things like this, I am so thankful for the internet...and that there are amazing women out there who are not afraid to share their stories.
(I also realize what a hack I am at writing...but that is another story altogether.)
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My mom insisted on living independently. She wanted to live in the two-story house she and my dad built in the 70s, despite the fact that da...
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Two really good causes. $5 each would make a big difference. And what is that really? A couple fewer expensive cups of coffee? First, The MO...
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"Unfortunately, honey, the baby is no longer alive.". -Ultrasound doctor
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When I was 18 years old, I wasn't paying attention while driving and I crashed my parents' van into a cruck (car with a truck bed) t...
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For years I didn't open Christmas cards at all. I just let them pile up and simply returned cards from our yearly list and possibly a few from whatever came in the mail, unopened. I couldn't stand the thought of what *might* be inside.
Horrible, isn't it?
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