A Story {Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.}

Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →

Wasted emotions {Perhaps not so wasted}

Over oatmeal, a chocolate turnover, a breakfast sandwich, and, of course, cups of coffee yesterday morning, a dear friend and I discussed a plethora of emotions - specifically those that many would deem wasted. Yearning for a baby. Hoping again and again for conception. Again and again tasting disappointment.  Yearning for a husband. Hoping again... Continue Reading →

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