My name is Elia. It’s a different name, and I hit a little bit different, but I am also like a lot of women I know. I want to share my story with you. But, in order to share my story, I feel I must tell you where and who
I suffer from depression due to serotonin deficiency. I am monitored by my doctor and treated with a prescription med and in full transparency, this pandemic of coronavirus has not been kind to my mental state. Anxiety is not something I struggle with, but I’m sure for those who do
Motherhood is hard. Mary, the mother of Jesus, the one that God entrusted to raise the SAVIOR of the world, LOST HIM FOR THREE DAYS. If social media had existed back then, her mess up would have been one of the most debated topics on Facebook, dividing sides and splitting
“You stupid, stupid, stupid toe!” I said angrily under my breath as I began to limp to a large rock on the side of the trail where I was running. Sitting down, I quietly cursed my foot, actually my toe, that stupid toe, that I broke three weeks earlier. It’s
I met Val in May of 1997 and I knew we would be fast friends, not just because she was my future sister-in-law, but because her sharp whit and sarcastic humor was my love language. At first impression you might think that she was maybe stand-offish but really she was
