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Parenting and Cycle Breaking Often, when we talk about cycle breaking it can seem perhaps like we (us cycle breakers) are bragging or sharing all these details that so many other people could never imagine sharing. Never in a million years did I picture myself a parentless parent. One of
An Open Letter to My Daughter: My Heartfelt Wishes for Your Future Dear Daughter, As I sit down to write this letter, my heart swells with love, pride, and endless hopes for your future. There are so many things I wish for you—things I hope will guide and inspire you
I know they say that time flies even faster as you become a mom but isn’t that the truth? When I watch my daughter grow up right before my eyes it’s incredible that she is already two and a half years old. Yesterday marked my husband’s 28th birthday and I
But what is a mother if not for a conductor, someone who orchestrates the lives of those in her family. But what is a mother but not for a healer, whose kisses can fix those places that hurt. But what is a mother if not for a baker, whose cookies
We all like to feel safe, there is comfort in security and peace. But change, change is scary. If we are living a life that is bound by others’ expectations, if we sit back and take a sideline seat to our lives, we might survive, maybe. But stepping out in
Growing up, our family always had big Easter baskets. There would be socks, books, toys, games, and lots and lots of candy. The Easter Bunny, of course, would always hide the Easter basket and we would spend time searching for our baskets. One time, my sister’s basket was even hidden
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If my childhood walls could talk, they’d tell the story of fear. They’d tell the story of fights and harsh words, of broken-hearted kids and emotional manipulation. If my childhood walls could talk, they’d share the cycle of calm to violence, of shattered trust and unkept promises. If my childhood