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The Beauty Is in the Vulnerability
There is something almost magical about discovering a new artist. Lately, for me, it has been Sienna Spiro. I especially love We’re Not in Love, Butterfly Effect, CYANIDE, Dream Police, Need Me, and Time, You & Me. Perhaps I’m late to the party. Maybe everyone else has already been listening to her while I’ve been over here just now discovering that voice. But isn’t that one of the joys of music? Somehow, it has a way of finding us exactly when we’re ready for it. It was less
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When an Overheated Phone Didn’t Overheat My Heart
Technology has become one of the hardest-working companions in our lives. My phone navigates me across unfamiliar highways, plays my favorite podcasts, tracks my blood sugar, communicates with my insulin pump, reminds me of appointments, keeps me connected to family, captures photographs I treasure, and somehow still finds time to answer texts, emails, and phone calls. Sometimes I think we expect these little devices to be nearly perfect. The truth is, they aren’t. Like us, t
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I Am Still Becoming
Our parents write the opening chapters. We spend the rest of our lives discovering that we are the author of everything that comes after. I spent the past couple of days with my family. Although I talk to my mother on the phone several times each week, I only see my parents a few times a year because they live more than three hours away. My mother is a remarkably strong and resilient woman. She was 17 when I was born and she went on to graduate from Emory as a registered nurs
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