Essays
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Recovery From Toxic Relationships
The journey through recovery from toxic relationships begins with tools, support and your personal commitment to healing. It’s not an easy journey, especially for those dealing with depression or other mental health issues.…
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Processing Pain & Moving Forward
Moving forward is always my goal, but looking back can be a great catalyst for joy, even when the past holds painful memories. Those difficult memories and moments of loss and grief, are…
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Paperback or Audiobook: Solving the Great Debate
Audiobooks have become a small pleasure for me. Although I have always been a book-in-my-hands kind of reader, I do enjoy listening to stories on my morning commute. After all, it’s really not…
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I Wanted a Girl, But What I Got Was This…
Sometimes life is mundane and one day looks just like the next. Then a piece of news crashes in like a meteorite and everything changes. This essay is proof. I wrote it in…
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In The Telling of Our Stories, We Can Save Ourselves
How do we achieve healing from the past? That’s a question I’ve asked myself often, because shouldn’t we focus on the here and now — the philosophers seem to think so. They tell…
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Helicopter Dog Mom: How Did I Get So Dog-Crazy?
My name is Rica, and I am a helicopter dog mom. It has taken a great deal of introspection and self-examination for me to admit such a thing. Were you to scroll through…
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How Baking and Writing Became Band-Aids
I used to bake. Post-divorce, I had a new life to navigate and it felt good to steady my hands with a spoon, with bowls of sugar and flour. Serving cake to my…
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Too Young For Boys
When I was growing up, my sister had a boy crush whose family was troubled. Their situation ended badly and the story still haunts me. We hear news every day but this was…
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Something Darker
Every so often it’s necessary to put on something sexier than usual — a pair of heels that pinch your toes but transform your legs into dangerous weapons. But this post is not…
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A Tribute to Grandma
I woke up around 4 a.m., frazzled and feeling the darkness like a strange web. I dreamed of her— her lips were glossy and red as always and I thought how they looked…
