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Sometimes The Gift Of Timing Is Wrapped In A Mammogram

I've always been fascinated by people and their stories. Every single person in this world is surrounded by a million other people with backgrounds, dreams, struggles, thoughts, and stories that we know nothing about as we pass them on the street. I went to the grocery store this morning and just on my way in …

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Why Is It So Hard To Write? Because When The Dry Spell Is Over You Have To Sit In The Chair

I'm watching the clouds roll by. Literally. This is what the clouds looked like a few minutes ago. This is what they look like now. Rolling by like a wispy white summer parade in front of my desk turned parade route lawn chair. I've been watching the leaves blowing in the tree for a good …

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The 9 Stages of Discovering My Breast Lump

You know that feeling when you're laying in bed at 11:00 p.m. thinking... Did I lock the door? I probably locked the door. Why wouldn't I have locked the door? I always lock the door. I'm sure I locked the door. Then at 11:22 p.m. you open your eyes and think... But what if I …

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Mother’s Day Without A Mother Or A Child: A Conversation On Another Plane

Here we meet again. The three of us. Together only in my mind. Mom, you were given only 59 years on this planet before being called back to Heaven, but you made those years meaningful. You made an imprint on everyone who knew you. You spent 36 of those years raising me, protecting me, teaching …

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