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show up

Show Up

I’m sitting next to my husband in grief counseling, folding and refolding the tissue in my hand as tears drip from my chin. There’s no point in tissues anymore.... Read More...
identity lost

Identity Lost

Twelve years ago, I took my then-two-year-old son in for a haircut. Just a trim. He needed more than that, but I wasn’t ready. We had just moved back to Califor... Read More...
choosing joy

Choosing Joy

I was fresh out of college—just five months out, to be exact— when I received a 3 a.m. phone call that would forever change my life: This is the police. Ther... Read More...