Callie Mitchell 6 Minute Read It’s a small world after all… I can’t remember the first time I heard that well-known song from Disney’s iconic ride. My earliest childhood memories are running up and down Main Street USA, in Disneyland. At the time, my father, Jerry Narron, was a catcher for the (then) California Angels. The team received free Disneyland…
Jenni Marie 6 Minute Read In a room of 45 ladies, we counted off 1 through 5 nine times and every fifth person stood up. I stood up. I stood up and looked around the room, marveling at the statistic that 20% of the women in that room have battled mental illness or are battling mental illness. I am that…
Caroline Rose Sanders 6 Minute Read When I was a little girl, I lived in a green, three-story Victorian house which had come with a guest house. It was the only house on the market when my dad got the phone call. I can still see him at the phone in the kitchen with the long springy cord, hearing about the…
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