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honestly

Bravely Dancing

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away I had been a ballerina and a college cheerleader. But the rigors of law school and later the grueling hours of practicing law at a large international law firm had taken their toll on my body - and that was before children. read more

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Courage Suppressant

Comparison is the suppressor of courage. Slowly and subtly the act of comparing ourselves stifles the ability to bravely be who we are as individuals, women and mothers. It takes courage to view ourselves as mothers in real light and not the shadows of other woman. read more

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On Working Toward Self-Awareness

I don’t know exactly how it happened. It is a memory that stands out from the rest. We were driving to church, and my older brother wouldn’t be quiet. And I remember my mom saying, “Clay, can you please be quiet? Look at your sister. See how quiet she can be? Be like her.” read more

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Hiding Is the Opposite of Courage

Why are countless names scratched off my heart? Why are things always definitively over? Why is there never room for reconciliation and redemption? The answer kept floating around me in two bitter words: vicious grudges. read more

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You're Doing Just Fine

I try to catch some solo sleep, but hear my son stirring through the monitor. Instead of rushing to get him, I lie in bed and reach for the book-club novel on my nightstand, unread past the first two pages. Before I find my place, my son’s sweet babbles turn into shouts. read more