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When it turns cold, I've always been the kind who bundles and binds myself up with the hope not to feel it. I say to myself, life throws...

Glennon Doyle describes sadness as oversimplified. We call it blue she says but it's blue with red, red with anger. Blue with orange,...

Chronic illness. Chronic is smiles like this, then 10 minutes later, a head in the toilet. It sneaks up and steals your joy without a...

I am regularly chipped nail paint. A 1 p.m. latte. A little late in finding a healthy love. A little early in discovering how many great...