The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short

The nights are long. When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you try everything you know to soothe her and nothing seems to work, and eventually the tears of joy you expected become tears of exhaustion and frustration. The nights are long. When …

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Dear Younger Me:

It’s hard to believe that I’m sitting here staring 40 in the eye.  I never thought this day would arrive so soon, but here I am.  As I sit here contemplating this turn of another year, I’ve begun to wonder what I’d tell my younger self if I had the opportunity.  Here are a few …

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