Natasha Metzler 5 Minute Read My move to the little house with the apple tree and lilac bushes was marked in my mind for a reason far deeper than a change of residence. It was the summer the doctor looked at me sadly and said that children would never be mine. It was the summer my mother-heart broke and bled and…
Trina Holden 3 Minute Read Is the pursuit of beauty worth of our time? I asked myself this question awhile back because I was honestly wondering if creating and celebrating beauty was a valid thing to add to the list of all the tasks I must accomplish daily as a mother of three (soon to be four) small children. Truly…
Shannon Coe 4 Minute Read I leave the conversation because my heart is breaking. My face is burning and pulsing, clear signals that my blood pressure is high. I am past the emotion of crying and have been catapulted into the screaming dimension. The hysterical screaming dimension. I turn away and climb sixteen steps. Enter the door on the right….
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