My grandmother was a tough lady. At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict,…
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Five or so years after my dad had passed, I was a sixteen year old girl, treading the deep waters of talking to boys and trying to figure them out. He (let’s call him Robert)…
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I believe people automatically look down on those who are down and under the weather regarding someone’s loss. They would rather we pile up all our feelings and then sweep them under the rug because that’s what’s…
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At the age of sixteen I had no idea what I wanted out of life. My family was something I took for granted. I spent way too much time focusing on how many friends I wanted…
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This is part two of a five part series about what to say to someone who has recently lost a loved one. Read part one here. I love to make things awkward. Mostly because it tends to…
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I’ve been on a Taylor Berrett bend for a few weeks now. As a writer I’ve always felt a special pull towards singer-songwriters. There’s depth in the lyrics that you just can’t find in other songs.…
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