Failure is seeing the shuttering of my husband’s face—the hardened eyes, heightened color that signals betrayal—and knowing I hurt him like that. Failure is the careful treading around a good friend after a disagreement. It is the wondering—and not knowing—how I could have handled that situation differently. Could I even do it differently if I […]
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So, I don’t think I live up to this yet…but here’s what I’ve been thinking about. *** My great grandma’s rocker had a cover on it once—blue blocks in several shades, circled by a dark blue ruffle—but I thought it ugly, so I threw it way. The wood of the rocker is worn. On the
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When I sit in my chair
Comfortable like a familiar hug
And drink coffee in the morning.
I watch the cars drive past my window…
I cried one day—one day in a progression of many—and he cupped his hands under my teardrops, whispered the most beautiful words anyone had ever said to me. “Here,” he said, “let me hold your tears.”
Recently I published a guest post by Inger DeVries, who struggles deeply with mental illness. Today I share a post by another courageous woman who lives with a different type of chronic illness involving her heart. She asked to be introduced only as HDR. *** Modern medicine didn’t cure me. Treatment followed a few years
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