Written therapy for mental clarity: cheaper than a shrink for a mom on the brink
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: The Drive
A few Fridays ago, I found myself riding shotgun in the cutest little crossover with my husband behind the wheel. We were heading north back…
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≻: Mary, You Do Know
It’s Christmas. To the commercial world, it’s presents!, parties!, profits!, packages!, and panic!… To the Christian world, it’s a little baby born King, it’s light…
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≻: A Smart President
So a few weeks ago, my husband, son, and middle daughter made the trek for my son to attend Kirby Smart camp at UGA. I…
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