Following

  If I let them lead the way, we will have a better day. Follow, follow, follow, I say to myself in order to keep my Type A at bay. “Forgiveness is a promise,” he says, as he walks up ahead. “A promise to use your words instead of your anger to...

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Herstory

  I hope my girl always remembers, forever and ever, the girls who came before her. *** Will you walk alongside her through the years - the tough ones, the smooth ones, even when you're not here? If only you could see it all. If only I could too. If only we didn't stop until everyone's story ended together. Of course that's not...

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Perspective

  Find a tree, the sky, some water that overwhelms you, that helps you remember that we are all this small. While there, find a person, the child, some of yourself that silences the nonsense and fills you up with awe and love for what is all around when you open your eyes and see....

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This Beautiful Life

Sometimes people tell me a story and it moves me; their story makes me have to write.  Months ago, Kelle Hampton texted me a picture of the bed she bought for her little girls' bedroom and I couldn't help myself.  I wrote this that night, and...

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After the Rain

After the rain, the skies clear.  And after the rain, the fear leaves.  And after the rain, we breathe again....

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Dream

  "Will he be a boy?" she asked. "Yes," it said. "Will he run and jump and play?" she asked. "You're asking the wrong questions," it said. "He will be your dream come true because he will create your dream as he lives. Will you be his mother?" "Yes, please,"...

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If You Wait

  Weather.com said thunderstorms.  We decided to give it a go anyways.  It didn't rain one drop on us and we had the pool to ourselves...

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Along the Way

We are bleeding heart liberals and right wingers, mothers of one and mothers of many, though none of that really matters when you meet with babies in your arms and dark circles under your eyes. Our commonality, at first, was our children. We were lonely together. Until together made lonely go away. We were strangers to each...

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The Days

  If there is a tree, he will climb it. If there is a field, she will spin in it. If there is a rock, it will end up in his mouth. If there is a moment for me to breathe, I will remember that these are the days- oh, the endless days- when they were mine....

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Maybe Tomorrow

  Maybe Tomorrow Will you be free if you listen to the voice that lies? You know when in the light or on your meds, when in the day or with the ones you love that the darkness is a siren’s song that sounds like truth. It hoods you, it spins you, it sucks you further and...

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