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She still has the Christmas spirit. Her favorite toys laid out on a piece of pretty wrapping paper Carefully wrapped and topped with a pretty bow… Berry Christmas, Mommy! presented with both hands and a proud, beaming smile It’s not just her toys. She’s used…

She saw a woman with kind eyes and a big smile who was happy to play peek-a-boo with her. I saw a homeless woman with brown teeth grinning at my little girl. *Stranger Danger* [Insert helicopter-mom posture here] Seriously, what was I afraid of?  Their exchange…

.This is the story of how I became an on air radio personality. Ok, it’s not. I’m not. It’s not even about me. This is a story about Debbie Cantwell, and the non-profit organization she started on her kitchen table, all by herself, to help…

Can you believe the leaves are turning already? It doesn’t matter how hard it is for me too keep up; change is constant. To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.                …

The first night I met him, he glared at me then leaned back a ways before slamming his head down on to the table. That thud of skull connecting with wood was so hard it made the walls shake and the windows rattle. I choked a bit on my heart, and my stomach churned with that nauseous fear that comes when everything is wrong. Very, very wrong. What were we doing with this kid in our home?

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