My husband jokes that I&#39;ll invite people over for dinner and he won&#39;t know who they are or where I met them. But in my work world, I&#39;ve never really been tempted to tell too much of my story.

I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.

it seems impossible for all things to be one.

A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn&#39;t move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.

Written By Laurel Lea

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