“I Can’t Imagine”

After my husband's dad died, and shortly before we knew something was wrong with the baby we were expecting, he came home one evening from the cemetery where he had been looking at various headstones for ideas to create one for his father. "The saddest part of the cemetery," he remarked, "is the baby section." …

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She gives so much of herself to others. Pours her soul into her work and receives so little in return. a wilting flower, roots grasping for d  r    o      p        s         of           water finding just enough to keep her grounded …

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I wish I were naturally introverted. I’ve always been loud and outgoing and, until a couple of years ago, was never very self aware. I’m better about it now but often don’t catch myself talking loudly or interrupting until it’s too late and I kick myself for being rude. Last year I learned I have …

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