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A man I was talking to on a dating app long ago said “You are always smiling. Is that a mask, or are you actually that happy all the time?” And I wanted to hang up on him. Because I was giving him my best and he wanted to see behind the mask. Because he…
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I have built my life around survival and fear. That’s the honest truth. A good life, a prosperous and successful life. A life other people would see and feel envy. The job, the title, the salary, the house, the vacations, the education, the friends, the family. Warm, authentic, and outwardly enviable. But I found myself…
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It’s been three years since I stood behind him as he tied that gray ribbon around a fragile branch of the hope tree. The anniversaries never get easier. “Don’t come back.” He said before the surgery. “Finish your vacation.” We left the Happiest Place on Earth a day early and drove home to Phoenix to…
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There’s this weird feeling, being so far down the road of life that I feel like I should have figured this out already while also finding myself finally knowing what I want. What a blessing to be standing in the doorway, the old me wishing me well as I walk away, and the woman I…