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I was sitting in class Thursday night when I learned that my dear friend Ellen died. I was shocked. She and I had just exchanged texts about grabbing coffee together. More specifically, she asked if she could treat me to an iced caramel latte because that’s so who Ellen is…
Read MoreWhiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt…
Read MoreFriends tease me about the fact that I find papercuts painful and that I hyperventilate whenever I get poked with a needle. (thanks to having donated my plasma one too many times in college). But giving birth without meds? No problem. It hurts, but pushing a baby out seems natural to me; stabbing…
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