Balance. Purpose. Enlightenment.
My darkest hour began with the staccato tapping of a police officer’s flashlight on my bedroom window at 4:00 a.m. , triggering a growing dread as I hurried through the dark house to the door. Why weren’t the dogs barking at the doorbell? The three of them were always there unless my husband had…
Read MoreNot long after moving to another area of the country together, my husband and I came to a parting of the ways and agreed to divorce. Like so many people in this situation, we had to decide whether to fight or forgive. We had recently put a large down payment on a new living room…
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