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Sandy Jorgenson Articles
Sitting now on the cusp of my 35th birthday, I find myself taking stock of my life thus far, shoving my youth under a microscope while I ask myself this one thing: Am I careening full-tilt toward my final days on this earth, or am I only just getting started here?
Read...The night I discovered that tumor on her back was essentially just like any other.
Read...You’d have a hell of a time if you ever dared to crawl through the recesses of a first-time mother’s brain.
Read...When a bereaved mother is left alone, how deep into the recesses of her mind does she wander? Does she surface for air? Does she want to come out at all?
Read...Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.
Read...Two years ago, I had a two-year-old daughter who’d never met her grandfather.
Read...My daughter was just reaching her first birthday before the dense fog of postpartum depression started to lift off of me. I didn’t realize it right away, though – and I certainly hadn’t even realized I was suffering from PPD at all.
Read...But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.
Read...You'll have to excuse me while I sit myself down for one stern-ass pep talk about the importance of trusting my gut, having the courage of my convictions, and marching bodly ahead in my resove to absorb every last minute I get with my growing girl, knowing that never again will these days be upon me.
Read...The tumult that’s been rippling through our country has me begging the question: what do we do when we feel the defeat of a woman and the rise of a monster bearing down on us?
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