Why We NEED Each Others’ Stories

I flexed my foot to stretch my calf while we were stopped.  I bent down and fished my water bottle out of the stroller.  My friend’s stroller was parked just ahead of mine.  Our toddler boys reclined in their man-carts, happily stuffing themselves with snacks.   I hadn’t been on our usual trail in a…

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“I Love Your Jacket”

He leaned in and pointed a finger straight at me.  I had been meaning to introduce myself to him for months.  You see, my friend has a grown daughter, whom this young man has been dating for a while.  He may actually become a future member of their family.  So, in our circle of people,…

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Beneath “Fine”

“Fine!  I’m fine.  Everything’s fine.”  I shrugged at my husband.  He held a curious glance at me that weeknight while I shoved another load of laundry into the dryer.  Just then, an angry shriek from the girls’ room pierced the house like the ring in a bull’s nose.  I froze mid-load, back bowed, and braced…

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Mothers: Isolated, Together

She leaned a hip against the kitchen counter while I pulled pieces of smoked turkey meat from the bone, dropping them into the simmering pot beside me. “I feel like I don’t have any time to stop and talk to anybody.” She confided.  “Between nursing school, work, and driving my daughter to school and to…

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