I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable.
Thanks, Mamalode. XO
I am grateful to Mamalode for hosting my story today. That space always feels safe… even when I’m feeling most vulnerable.
Thanks, Mamalode. XO
I remember the moment it happened, the single spark that set my body aflame. My Pilates instructor and friend stood behind me on the reformer
Mom and Bob would have been married 38 years today. They married when I was 14. When I think about how much has happened between
When my mother died, I sat at her bedside and held her hand Until I could feel it turning cold. I’m certain I cried, But
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Other than the marks of childbirth, of which I have none, this could be my own story in your words. Sending you love and light and hugs from a stranger.
Love and light and hugs right back to you. XO
Oh, my, you’ve gone and done it again … Made me feel each moment as if it were mine alone. Gorgeous.
Thank you. Just thank you. <3