A few years ago I received a phone call that brought me to my knees. In fact, the news was so unbearable, so devastating that I crawled into the corner of my daughter’s closet, as if hiding there would make it go away. The painful words I heard on the other end of the phone were words that my brain…
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Reach Out Reach Up
Two months ago, I asked you to take my hand. Something incredible has happened. My journey has become your journey. And in the process, your pain has become my pain. I am humbled each time you place the struggles of your life in my hands. Through your words, it is apparent that going Hands Free to grasp what really matters…
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No Room For The Insignificant
I might be a bit biased, but I am convinced I have some of the most intelligent and thoughtful blog readers out there. I am constantly amazed by the insightful, heart-wrenching and thought-provoking comments you share with me. Quite often I receive an email message from a reader who shares his or her own Hands Free story that makes me…
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More Than “I Love You”
Approximately one year ago, my husband’s company honored him for outstanding job performance, and we were awarded a trip. For the first time ever, we would be separated from our daughters for eight days. There was packing to do and instruction lists to make for my mother-in-law who was going to care for the girls in our absence. There were…
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The Angel Impact
A few weeks ago, I celebrated a birthday. I was overwhelmed with kindness from all directions…family, friends, even strangers who have become part of my life through this blog. Several of my closest friends planned to take me out to dinner. The first time it was scheduled, my daughter became ill and we had to cancel. The second time it…
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Someone Will Notice
It has become a common occurrence for readers to send me messages like the one I recently received from a disheartened mother after dropping off her child at school. This is what she wrote: Today I happened to be second in carpool line. In front of me there was a mother playing on her phone as the child watched. While…
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