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I have my Nana's hands. Thick and clumsy, Strong and nurturing. All at once. Kneading the dough. Push and pull, back and forth. All at...

Did you grow up where there was snow in the winter? I did. I remember spending about twenty minutes getting ready to go outside. The...

Warning: There are photos of my exposed, scarred mastectomy breasts in this blog. Radiation. It was a word that sent my heartbeat...

Fear. It can wash over you when you least expect it But mostly, we know what causes us fear, don't we? It's different for everyone. For...