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If we were having coffee, I’d wink at you and smile. Why? Another Friday and more lives linked. Yesterday’s linkup was particularly powerful. I am a life blogger. I am also a writing coach with a passion for understanding what makes people tick. I don’t believe any person is two-dimensional, but social media makes us seem that way. We share only the extra-good or extra-bad creating a flat digital impression of ourselves. Here, friend, let me refill your cup. Stay awhile. What I want to say is people are complicated. It

I was the child of a difficult situation. I write most frequently about abuse, post-traumatic stress disorder, and survival. However, I take care to infuse everything I write with the glow of hope that I learned from the first person who decided to interrupt the cycle: my mother. It may seem strange that I can write about physical and emotional trials and gratefulness in the same breath, but the truth is I am grateful. My experiences helped create who I am today. I am strong, full of courage and I

I hope you enjoy this collection of #LinkYourLife posts! It’s a fantastic roundup with some welcome new voices. Be sure to search #LinkYourLife on Twitter, as contributors have tagged images not represented here. I would like to invite all contributors to link your social media and personal websites in comments below. And for newbie Lifers, you can find the hashtag rules and previous roundups here, but this is the gist: Your heartfelt, your humor, your headaches, your love sprains, your wisdom & mistakes, your work, your truth, your REAL: #LinkYourLife! Read,

Dinner was a shocking success. No tears over spills or claims that you are the worst mom ever because you prepared something nasty. That they would vomit right there if they had to take even one eensy bite. No. They swarmed the table like locusts, eating everything and asking for more. And when it was done, truly done, the serving dishes bare, they sprang from the table and pattered away like a sudden Summer rain. You sit alone. There are only the remnants on plates: small bits of rice and

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