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Review #4: I’d Like You More If You Were More Like Me

  “EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE LOVED. TO BE CELEBRATED AND RESPECTED. TO BE KNOWN. WHAT IF CREATING DEEPER, MORE MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIPS IS EASIER THAN YOU THINK? We want people in our lives we can trust, confide in, and turn to … Continue reading

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Not Without You

My phone went off at 7:30am, which felt early. I turned over in bed in the red-tinted room, colored so because of how the morning light filtered in through the fire-engine red curtains over the window. I grabbed my phone … Continue reading

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Trial Is The Sieve For Sin

I sat in the dimly lit living room, with Dog, the German Shepherd, cuddled up next to me, as I tried to finish the many mini-assignments for my online History class. All of the family with whom I presently lived … Continue reading

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I Am Absalom

I grabbed Hannah’s keys off the counter at 7:25 on Thursday morning, making sure I left the keys to my and Jake’s car in case of an emergency. Hannah had been incredibly generous and let me borrow the car when … Continue reading

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The One About Family and Friends

So there’s a part of deployment, it seems, where family and friends come to visit you, or you go to visit them, all out of a desire to support and be supported while your spouse is away fighting for the … Continue reading

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Don’t Stop the Madness

  As I sit down to write this post, I’m mentally running through how each group of people reading this may or may not respond to whatever I write. Some of the imagined responses contribute to my pride. Others contribute … Continue reading

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Sometimes To Stay Alive You Gotta Kill Your Mind

  I slung the diaper bag over my shoulder, along with my ebony Guess purse, the double set of straps weighing on my arm. James, the toddler Jake and I were babysitting over night, was all set and ready to … Continue reading

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