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Courage to be ... Video Stories

With a small video crew, we took to the road to capture the stories of 24 people who are living courageously. The courage of each looks different – because courage comes in every shape, size and flavor – but each story inspires us to dig within and take that next step we’re being called toward read more

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Three Flavors of Hospitality

I am appreciative of all forms of hospitality: the friend who offers me a drink in her tidied home before I even put my diaper bag down, the friend who doesn’t apologize for the Legos all over the floor or the fact she hasn’t showered in a couple days, the friend who stands with me in a crowded read more

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The Places We Dwell

No matter how casual or official the occasion, entering someone’s dwelling space causes the connection between hosts and guests to swell. There’s something sacred about the places we dwell. read more

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The Brave Collective

The Brave Collective is a shared meal around a table of women committed to choosing one brave thing and to caring for one another while pursuing it. read more

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Being Brave when My Girls are Watching

The stroller wheel hit a bump and stopped, but I was still moving forward. The stroller came tumbling down, and I catapulted over it. I felt each part of my body hit the concrete. My shins. Knees. Wrist. I was humiliated. read more