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I started Every Soul Has A Story® in 2017 to connect others through shared experiences. I write about the human journey--unconditional love, resilience, parenting, loss, hope, and the radiance that emerges from our breaking points.
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Eli’s Story: Connection, Acceptance, and Living Her Truth
A few weeks ago, I introduced the concept of anchors. The first anchor about which I wrote was connection and the second acceptance. Today’s post was originally going to be the final entry in this three-part series.
What Are Your Anchors Part II–ACCEPTANCE
As I write, the wind is roaring and rain pellets are pounding the pavement. Today’s wet, wild weather is a timely setting for this three-part Every Soul Has A Story series about anchors.
What Are Your Anchors?
We cannot control or change what transpires around us. We can, however, choose how we respond to our external environment.
Happy Birthday
Kind cards, thoughtful texts, phone calls, and unexpected gifts hugged my heart this week. Grateful is a word that barely describes my feelings as I write today’s blog.
Memorial Day Musings from The Beach
Salty and tropical sunscreen scents permeated the air. The sand scorched the bottom of my feet as we walked toward the water.
The Present of Presence
For Mother’s Day, I rarely want anything material. Although I express this annually, my family does not always listen to me. Yesterday they did.