My dad was the only driver in my family when I was growing up. He navigated our trips, somehow undistracted by the non-stop questions my sisters and I hurled at my parents from the back seat. Read more »

Lisa and I met at a conference where I heard her speak. She’s informative and passionate. I sensed she had a story to share and invited her to write Raw. On Lisa’s Facebook page she describes herself as “I am thankful.” It began with this story. Read more »

Flashing lights once meant a long night. Dancing, drinking, and maybe waking up somewhere other than your own bedroom.

Lauren shares an apartment with my daughter J.Lucy in Eugene Oregon . They are perfect room mates. Dedicated to each other’s well-being and happiness, respectful of each other’s privacy. Read more »

Sybil is one of the women that stood in front of me to protect me, and stood behind me to have my back. This is just a small part of her story. I love her.
Jill
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