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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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The Waiting IS the Hardest Part
The waiting IS the hardest part. Tom Petty, the late musician, nailed it when he wrote those lyrics. Today I pondered this annoying but inevitable part of life. It causes anxiety. It festers frustration. And it generally gets people agitated.
My Alarm That Disarmed!
Has anyone heard the phrase, “ADT! Always there”? I’ve heard it for years. Fortunately, it is often followed by a helpful, friendly human on the other end of the phone.
Grateful For It All
How do we live a life of gratitude? It is not always easy. To be honest, I think it’s more challenging than we choose to acknowledge.
My Annual Mammo Meeting
I sat, shivered, and waited for my name to be called. The light pink soft but thin fabric barely covered my chest. Grateful for the white, knee-length robe, I pulled it closer and tighter.
Ex”fall”iating and Letting Go With Grace
Death CAN be beautiful. As I marveled at nature’s masterpiece, these are the words that gently and repeatedly floated through my mind.
Frank and Lois–A Forever Love Story
Empty cardboard boxes and crumpled newspapers littered the floor. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and wondering why the heck we moved. I shook my head with agitation as I sifted through junk mail. Then I heard an unfamiliar voice.