Saturday Confession: Scar Tissue
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Saturday Confession: Scar Tissue

It’s been awhile since I’ve confessed, and Saturday is the day I do it. For new readers it’s not to air my laundry, it’s to encourage. Because there is one thing I know—the true defeated one likes us to think we’re the defeated ones. And if I can shed light on my struggles and surrender…

Character Confession: What I Wish the World Knew About Depression
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Character Confession: What I Wish the World Knew About Depression

I was stunned to open my Facebook feed and find it full of tributes to Robin Williams. I knew he wasn’t even 65, so I wondered if it was his heart. I was devastated to read and now know it was a suicide. His family shared that he had been struggling with deep depression. His…

Book Review: Faith Departed by Elizabeth Maddrey
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Book Review: Faith Departed by Elizabeth Maddrey

Book Description: Starting a family was supposed to be easy. Twin sisters June and July have never encountered an obstacle they couldn’t overcome. Married just after graduating college, the girls and their husbands remained a close-knit group. Now settled and successful, the next logical step is children. But as the couples struggle to conceive, each must reconcile…

Character Confession: I Don’t Know if Fat Floats
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Character Confession: I Don’t Know if Fat Floats

This started out as a reply to The Common Queen, a dear, dear friend who is cleaning it up on the Internet. Her little blog is going places, and once you read her posts, you’ll see why. In writing you need a voice, and Holly’s got it. Besides this great post, which got two THOUSAND…

Character Confession: The Blessed Infertility Patient Named Me
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Character Confession: The Blessed Infertility Patient Named Me

This is a re-post from May 2011, the Saturday before Mother’s Day. Tomorrow can range in several scenarios.  I remember as a kid riding down a country road seeing a woman pushing a lawnmower. She looked hot and tired and what I remember the most was who was watching—a man I guessed to be her…