Go Back To The Battleground To Save Your Life


I had a mammogram scheduled this week, and I wasn’t just dreading it.  I was petrified of it.  And this was not the only time I felt terror for a simple test.  I spent months coughing over the summer and I avoided every X ray I was offered.  You see, when you spend years as a caregiver seeing…

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A Melody And Not A Jingle


It’s the smell of food being made.  The lights on the decorated trees.  All, reminders of a life. That is no longer ours.  The ghost life.  On days such as today, we get thrown into a life that no longer exists for us,  but we are forced to see it on others.  People who have not experienced tragedy…

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Will You Come And Sit With Me?


It’s heavy in there, isn’t it?  It is as if you are carrying a whole arena.  One, no one can see.  No witness to it.  Even you, you are blinded to your own hurt.  The heaviness, steals the words you wish you could utter.  There is something about the weight of it, that can mask your voice.  When we…

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Catch Me If You Can


I was trying to explain how I feel to someone new in my life. She seemed lost. I could see it in her eyes, she just stared at me in silence.  She was struggling. Trying to understand me.  Attempting to respond with the right words.  She was failing, for me and for her.  And it hit me.  People like…

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Go Back To The Battleground To Save Your Life


I had a mammogram scheduled this week, and I wasn’t just dreading it.  I was petrified of it.  And this was not the only time I felt terror for a simple test.  I spent months coughing over the summer and I avoided every X ray I was offered.  You see, when you spend years as a caregiver seeing…

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A Melody And Not A Jingle


It’s the smell of food being made.  The lights on the decorated trees.  All, reminders of a life. That is no longer ours.  The ghost life.  On days such as today, we get thrown into a life that no longer exists for us,  but we are forced to see it on others.  People who have not experienced tragedy…

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Will You Come And Sit With Me?


It’s heavy in there, isn’t it?  It is as if you are carrying a whole arena.  One, no one can see.  No witness to it.  Even you, you are blinded to your own hurt.  The heaviness, steals the words you wish you could utter.  There is something about the weight of it, that can mask your voice.  When we…

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Catch Me If You Can


I was trying to explain how I feel to someone new in my life. She seemed lost. I could see it in her eyes, she just stared at me in silence.  She was struggling. Trying to understand me.  Attempting to respond with the right words.  She was failing, for me and for her.  And it hit me.  People like…

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