“Well, what do you think?” my therapist asked as she put the cap back on a white board marker.    A timeline of my life spanned the width of the eight-foot wide whiteboard.  While there were happy times identified, the entries in red—the times of grief—seemed to dominate the color of my life events. I snatched another tissue out of the box.  Seeing all the hard moments mapped in one place rendered me speechless.  Grief isn’t just the death of a loved one, it also includes bet

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I was in 5th grade when I joined the Girl Scouts.  At one of the first meetings of North Alabama's newly formed Troop 396, we learned a...

A little over a decade ago, I made the decision to ditch cable TV and get an antenna. Since I live in a region prone to hurricanes and...