Sandy Jorgenson

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But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

Childbirth isn’t kidding around. Here are eight special gifts that your blessed body bestows upon you to say thanks for turning it into a baby-making machine.

Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.

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?

Why are people so mean?

Death, we know because it’s drilled into us from an early age, is a natural part of life.

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Two years ago, I had a two-year-old daughter who’d never met her grandfather.