Back to the Arms That Held Me [The Power of Keeping a Journal]

This is my Grandpa. He died when I was 8 after a protracted battle with multiple myeloma. He used to give us horsey rides, even when the cancer had eroded all the padding between his vertebrae. I don’t think even now I can fully comprehend the magnitude of his sacrifice. And he never stopped smiling. …

Who Told You You Were Less Than? [Cruelty, Forgiveness and Why I wouldn’t go back to middle school if you paid me.]

Do you remember the first time you were made to feel less than? You aren’t born knowing that. It was because somebody told you. As a mother, once of the first things I noticed about my tiny children is how everything they do, everything they are, is the most wonderful magic to them. Toes wiggling? …