When Passion Feels Like Failure
Jill Richardson
I couldn’t explain the tug on my heart to work with refugees and immigrants. I just knew it was there, under the surface, staying
I couldn’t explain the tug on my heart to work with refugees and immigrants. I just knew it was there, under the surface, staying
Dear Young Mom (Me), Look into the face of your little girl. Your first one on her first birthday party. The one with a
Scars run across my body like tracks at a railroad terminal. They cross my entire abdomen in both directions. Large scars by any measure.
My husband gave me two coloring books for Christmas – as a child, I didn’t even like coloring, I preferred puzzles and storybooks –