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Continue reading →: Oh Christmas…Somehow, I completely miss the point. Every… Stinking… Year. In my efforts to experience the season just right, I burn myself out and I miss it entirely. I juggle too many snowballs and I land myself in some December Death Spiral that has me locked inside my head for days…
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Continue reading →: The C-Word: Can we Talk about it?My husband said that I was radiant. Our marriage <counselor’s> name sounds like a synonym for the word ‘cut’. I think that might be a bad omen—at minimum, she has to see the irony. Right? The humor? Dave thinks her name sounds like a character in Harry Potter. That has…
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Continue reading →: The Still, Small VoiceThere is a loud voice. Where it began to resonate is difficult to pinpoint. It may have come from a parent…perhaps a Sunday School teacher…or some other well-meaning adult trying to guide us while, unknowingly, echoing other loud voices passed down through generations. Sometimes that loud voice is a frightened…
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Rhonda Morales is a hopeful blogger with a sense of empathy that is, at times, overwhelming, and a sense of humor that rivals that of a 13 year old boy. She writes about the absurdities of life, forgetting to and learning to become a person, and her “Jesus-Journey.”
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