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Category Archives: Delayed Fertility

Back to School and Chasing Glory

Back to school week.  It’s a little different for everyone on the emotional scale.  Some mothers are sending their little ones off for the first time through tears.  Others are popping a bottle of champagne in the middle of the street as the school bus drives off.  And then there’s the Bill Murrays waking up...

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It’s Not About Me – Part 2

This.  This whole blog.  These words.  These experiences.  These lessons.  They are my story.  The interweaving of my experiences and sorrows and nuggets of truth dug up along the way are working together to create a robe of righteousness I never would have picked out for myself. And sharing them makes me uncomfortable.  Because it’s...

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It’s Not About Me – Part 1

It was February 2011.  Fresh from an amazing Mexican vacation with my husband, I made a spontaneous decision to attend a women’s retreat. That very month marked the five year anniversary of going off the pill. I was attending the retreat because I wanted a release.  To let down the walls.  To talk about this...

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She Can Laugh

In the fall of 2010, I read a book on Insecurity.  Admittedly, I went into it somewhat cocky.  Reading it to support, encourage, and minister to the other girls in our group.  But about halfway through, something funny happened.  The false confidence of my own measure of security began to crumble.  I was blindsided by...

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Waiting and Writing

Two years ago, a friend sent an email.  Her Spirit-inspired message allowed a mix of relief, joy, and peace to wash over my weary little heart. She asked God for a word.  One that was just for me.  Story, she said.  Five letters that I could virtually grab onto with my five fingers, guiding the...

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