The Heart Remembers
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Exchanging Anxiety for Joy

Although I’ll always have blurry spots in my memory of it, the trauma that shaped me has remained crystal clear. That’s what our minds do; they jumble information from our past when it becomes too hard to carry it. In processing unfathomable experiences, however, this can help us find our way through to the other…

Digging Our Hearts from the Mulch
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Digging Our Hearts from the Mulch

My daughter recently moved to a new school where, on the first day, she promptly fell hard for a little boy named Liam. According to our girl, Liam had “great hair,” was kind, and was smart. Apparently, this was the winning combination needed to steal her kindergarten heart. Since that first day, we’ve heard about…