He sat next to me at dinner. I had been cutting my youngest’s meat for him and didn’t notice Matthew* pull up his chair. We chit-chatted about the weather and
This ain’t no Mary Poppins Tears soaked my shirt as I sat glued to the screen while watching Suffragette (the movie) last night. I sat uncomfortably in a mixture of shock,
A beautiful gift that gives twice. Sounds like a wonderful Mother’s Day gift, right? Why not honor your mom this year by equipping a young Indian midwifery student to empower
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I saw her when I turned the corner; she nearly took my breath away. A more stunning woman I hadn’t seen in all the villages we visited that trip.
It’s hard being a recovering know-it-all. I came out of the womb my own way (up-side-down) and as far back as I can remember I’ve had strong opinions on pretty
I clearly remember the first time I couldn’t go swimming because I hadn’t yet learned how to use a tampon. I was fourteen or fifteen, visiting my grandparents’ house in