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honestly

It Doesn't Have to be Big to be Courageous

Along the parenting journey, I felt a sense of longing and loss. Who was I now? Some of my friendships dwindled, hobbies subsided, and returning to work was no longer feasible. How do I find myself again? Bravely, I decided to search. 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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The Bravest Thing I'll Never Say

For the next 110 days, I watched my 1-pound, 9-ounce miracle struggle to do the things your newborn accomplishes in a matter of hours. He was intubated, placed in an incubator, and littered with more wires than most entertainment centers. 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