When disaster strikes, look for the helpers. And watch them light up the dark.
Can you look back to a time in your life when a painful event opened a wound that has never quite closed?
This one’s for you!
Loss is never ‘gone for good’ or ‘left without a trace.’ There are footprints in our hearts and lives and memories with a face.
The women I see all around me are all kinds of brave. All kinds of strong. All kinds of courageous.