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I remember that feeling inside – the fluttering butterflies. So long ago now… but you never forget that feeling of new love. I still get butterflies, not the same way, but I do. They happen randomly now, during intimate and not so intimate moments. I will find him particularly attractive at a party from across …Read More

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The Ripple Effect

When I was a girl, I loved to play at my best friend’s house. She had this awesome farm on seemingly endless acres along with a pond and a nearby stream where we would spend the majority of our time skipping stones. We’d gather a bunch of rocks and stand by the edge of the …Read More

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The Child Within

In  seconds I can be there. I smell the classroom, my Hello Kitty erasers, Elmer’s glue, and the dusty chalk smell that always hung in the air. We are doing the dreaded multiplication game from hell. My palms start to sweat, my heart pounds and my chest tightens. I HATE this game. My internal voice …Read More

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It’s No Sacrifice

Whenever someone jams on the brakes in traffic, my husband instinctively reaches across my body, shielding me from any possible harm. I swear, he would jump into a raging fire for me or our girls…sacrificing himself. It’s pure love and entirely selfless. I like knowing that my partner would do that for me as I …Read More

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Broken Things Are More Beautiful

She entered my therapy office like a dead woman walking. Her face was sullen, blank – empty and her body physically frail. His eyes looked lost – full of guilt, remorse, and bloodshot from lack of sleep. There was a rage humming just beneath the surface, but she was clearly too emotionally exhausted to express …Read More

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Water Regularly

It was an off the hook windy, sunshiney fall Sunday morning and we were lingering in bed. This is the kind of morning that we live for —  a little time to slow down and just be with one another. The little beings (even the furry ones) were all sleeping in. Nobody was asking us …Read More

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Love Letter To My Daughters

Love. It’s such a small word for such a big thing. My oldest daughter, age twelve, has recently been asking a lot of questions about what it means to love someone, what it means to be loved, and what marriage is all about.  These are the current topics in our household. In turn, I have …Read More

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