The Sacredness of Being Present

The Sacredness of Being Present

Hours after my daughter was born, a nurse whisked her out of the room for the pediatrician to examine. My husband followed as I lay in bed worrying.  When he returned, he said the pediatrician had heard a click in our daughter’s hips and that we would need to go to...
Failure’s Transforming Power

Failure’s Transforming Power

Sitting in the sand, I buried my 5-year-old eyes in my knees. I wasn’t hurt, but I was embarrassed that I had fallen. My trainer tried helping me up, but I wanted to wait for my mom to climb through the wooden, split-rail fence. When she got to me, she said, “You have...

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