"And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken." Ecclesiastes 4:12 About two years ago I embarked on a fitness journey. What started out as a thriving desire for a 6-pack and nicely tone thighs, turned into goals of strength and cardiovascular endurance. I began focusing less on the appearance/perception of my...

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This goes out to the women at their breaking point. The women who are suffocating in their sorrow. The women who are tired of sad nights and the taste of salty tears. The women who are steadily trying to escape from [something/someone/someplace] with nowhere to escape to. This one is for the women who would be reaching for the stars had their high...

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My head hurts. My heart is beginning its mending process. My e-mail server is broken. My job is in transition. I've accepted a new, more demanding, position within my sorority. My head hurts. There aren't enough hours in the day. I have dirty dishes in the sink. My bed isn't made. I have last minute running around to do. I have to work...

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God has an interesting way of dealing with me. He knows I'm hard-headed. He knows that sometimes He has to force my hand, because my obsession with structure and control can get me in trouble. Him and I have this "Shut up, Z" type of relationship, and when He's there I shut up...but when He leaves I start talking again. Only...He never leaves...

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Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to date until I was 18. Not just because of my mother, but because I had a scary big brother, who used to hang people upside down and take their lunch money. He was by no means a ‘thug’, just a bully…and dang near a second father who didn’t want me talking to any boys.  Unfortunately, for him (I'd assume)...

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My morning began with a debate - that shouldn't have been a debate at all - about the entitlement men have toward women they approach. Before I even had a chance to finish my green tea and the small cup of ginger beer my co-worker passed my way, I was knee-deep in a discussion about how a woman's refusal to share her name...

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We are women. We are stronger than we allow the stereotype of our frailty to portray. We stop our crying before company comes and smile like the taste of the salty tears hadn't just irritated our tastebuds.  We are resilient. We find ways to mend hearts without even touching them. We pick up our broken pieces, pack them in our purses and push through....

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[This is an older post originally written on my personal blog site. I'm re-posting it as a shoutout to my mother for her birthday that past his weekend.]  I’m sitting here at the Toyota dealership, getting my car serviced (and blogging from my iPhone). I first thought about how much I hate having to drive 30 mins now, to get the same thing...

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