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Loan You My Heart…

If it makes you cry when you write it, it’s good. This one made me bleed. Xo – Steph 

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Answering your FAQs: The Dreaded Dating Question…

I couldn’t help that I wasn’t just over him because this man was doing certain things that Luke didn’t do. A relationship isn’t a list of traits on paper, it’s your heart, it’s your soul. I hated feeling like I had to defend that.

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More Poem Stars…

My “real life” has been so busy I haven’t had as much time as I’ve wanted to write, but manage to sneak in a poem here or there. Xo – Steph ‘Don’t Break Them’ ‘Enough’ ‘Just Me’

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I wish my mom could see this…

For the first time, ever, I think I caught the smallest glimpse of what it must be like to lose someone so special, to miss someone and to miss them forever. I wondered how many times my Mom has had that thought over the years.

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Balancing Grief on Special Occasions…

As I was getting ready this morning, I couldn’t help but to think of Luke, my heart was a little heavy. Special occasions of any kind can serve as triggers because they’re so memorable, just the date on the calendar…you know you shared it with your person, it cements the time they’ve been gone, or… Continue reading Balancing Grief on Special Occasions…

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Why Do Happy People Cheat?

I’m newly single (see break up blog for back-story, 32 & Single…again). I posted about my breakup after I had time to process it, so I’ve been single for awhile now, but it is still new. I don’t remember the date exactly, because for me it wasn’t just one day, it happened over the course… Continue reading Why Do Happy People Cheat?

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How do you do it?

I am not alone, ever. Even with my eyes closed, I know they are there. Supporting my dreams, celebrating my successes, picking me up when I fall…they are always there. That’s how I do it.

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32 & Single…(again).

I’m 32, I’m single (again), and since I’m okay with that, I would really appreciate everyone else being okay with it, too.

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An Angel Among Us

Thank you for praying for my broken heart even though your own heart is shattered. Thank you for giving me permission to move forward. Thank you for knowing me well enough to know that I would need your permission. Thank you for giving me space and freedom to express my grief in any way I’ve needed to.

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A list of lists…

When I got honest with myself and blocked out what other people might think , or say, once I stopped being afraid of being alone (because society makes you feel like this is the worst thing to be), I was free to put down something that really wasn’t meant for me. I set it down, walked away from it and best of all, never looked back.