When my mum was cleaning out her house in preparation for a move she went through her filing cabinet and unearthed a lot of treasures that were tucked away. One such treasure was this note that I wrote to her and my dad when I was eleven years old.… Read more
I woke up rehearsing my confession. I was complaining about someone to my husband, Brad, the night before and knew that my actions couldn’t pass the test given to me by my mother as a child. “Is it true, is it kind, is it necessary?”… Read more
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