Sometimes I find myself sitting behind the wheel of the car thinking, Enough. Enough with the bickering. Enough with the chauffeuring, the gas-guzzling, the bumper-to-bumper. Enough with the gum wads stuck between cracker-crumb filled crevices where nice leather seats used to be. Enough, I say. Enough. Sometimes I find myself staring at my reflection in the mirror thinking, Enough. Enough…
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Cleaning Up the Heart Break
We were on our way out the door, which has always been a little stressful since having children. There’s just something about making ourselves and our kids look presentable—all at the same time—that causes tensions to run high. On this particular evening, I’d actually put on something other than my typical Writer’s Uniform—meaning I was not wearing anything made out…
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Somebody’s Child
*name has been changed I still remember her baby fine blonde hair that hung just above her shoulders. She had a freckle-dusted nose, Snow White skin, and a toothy smile. The way her hair was combed till it shined revealed that someone took great care in getting this little first grader ready for school each day. Grace* was a beautiful,…
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Everyday Lifelines of Hope
I grew up seeing handwritten notes as expressions of love. My mom worked long hours so she often left small, square papers on the bed for my sister and me to find. Sometimes it was just a smiley face, other times she simply wrote the words “love you” in ordinary ballpoint pen, but it was more than enough. Lifelines Starting…
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Taking Away My Daughter’s Smile
My life contained everything I’d ever wished for—a loving husband, two beautiful children, a healthy mind and body, and a safe and comfortable home. Given such desirable circumstances, one would have thought I’d wake up every morning feeling grateful, happy, and content. But that was not the case. I woke up feeling the same way I did when I went…
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Two-Handed Living
I didn’t expect my reaction to be so intense. After all, I’d been told many times that it was “just” rotator cuff surgery. For months, my husband made his procedure sound like it would be no big deal. But when he was hooked to beeping machines and ominous-looking drip bags and wheeled into the operating room, things didn’t look so…
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