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I started Every Soul Has A Story® in 2017 to connect others through shared experiences. I write about the human journey--unconditional love, resilience, parenting, loss, hope, and the radiance that emerges from our breaking points.
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When you feel helpless, how do you help?
I had another message written for today. But it didn't feel right. To be honest, nothing feels okay right now.
What is your spirit animal?
Can you be both spiritual and skeptical?
I certainly am. If the concept of spirit animals seems woo-woo, and that's not your thing, I encourage you to keep reading. Within the "woo," there is wisdom in the wild. A few days ago, I spotted a stunning bird in my backyard! I’ve lived in Florida my entire life—it is the first time I have seen an osprey. As I marveled at its beauty, the bird began to dance.
What a pain in the neck!
I winced Monday morning while lifting my head from the pillow. Assuming I'd slept in a funky position, I ignored the pain and changed into gym clothes. I also figured, being in my late forties, a body part may occasionally creak and crack. No biggie, right?
When she died, my priorities shifted.
August. AWE-gust. I never knew that one word, one month could so intensely impact me. Since 1999, a pebble-sized sensation appears in my throat around late July.