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"It's a boy."The news came through on Facebook—telegraph of our generation—and my heart plummeted.As gloom settled over me I honestly thought that it was sadness for her that brought me down. My friend had so desperately hoped for a girl, I was heartbroken for her. A boy. Her third. And then, later, after receiving a gushing text, overflowing with love for her new baby boy, and noticing that my gloom only deepened, I realized that my sadness was for me, not her.  Read more >

When you open your mouth to speak, what voice comes out? Your "Mommy" voice? Your "honey come here now" voice? The voice that society or someone else has told you is the voice you should be using? You have a voice. It's there for the using. Are you letting it speak? The people I most admire are the people who only ever use their own voice. It takes guts to use your own words and share your own ideas. You have to believe in yourself and not care what others will think or expect.  Read more >