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Surrender I heard the word “surrender” earlier this year. At that time, I had no idea what would be required of me. Surrender my desire to know. Surrender my desire not to know. Surrender my desire to control. Surrender my “rights.” Surrender my agenda. Surrender my timeline. There have been so many little times this year when…
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I bruise easily. Sometimes not even sure how they happen. They just appear. Sometimes I remember them well. That corner of the coffee table or the edge of the kitchen counter seem to leave marked memories of our unwelcomed encounters. The thing about bruises is the color doesn’t really appear until later. They start out a bit red…
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