To Touch Our Scars
It was easy to notice the damage of breast cancer right after surgery. My breast was blue from the dye…
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It was easy to notice the damage of breast cancer right after surgery. My breast was blue from the dye…
Continue ReadingThe bustle of the holidays is over. Twinkling lights have been taken down, ornaments packed up, and grandparents have flown…
Continue ReadingJust as we prepare to welcome the new year, our family is in the midst of saying goodbye. Goodbyes are…
Continue ReadingOne of the greatest gifts I can give my kids is for them to see me fail. When I was…
Continue ReadingMy mom is a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. She has been my teacher of what being a mom and a…
Continue ReadingMy grandparents loved my sister and me from afar. We knew they loved us, but we also knew they did…
Continue ReadingI’m not a first friend. I’m not the popular friend. I’m not the one who gets the phone calls, texts,…
Continue ReadingI had to have the "mean girl" talk with my second-grade daughter. I could lie and tell you I didn't…
Continue ReadingOn my birthday, my sweet Maw Maw would sometimes cook a Crock-Pot full of my favorite soup beans. They were…
Continue ReadingMy husband is a rock star—not in the literal sense—but as a husband and provider. He’s been incredibly successful in…
Continue ReadingI am losing another one. Due to the nature of my husband's job (he's a college-level coach), it's usually us…
Continue ReadingThis is 50. Fifty is waking early on a dark Saturday morning to get to a marching band competition. Fifty…
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