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Cell Phone and Wedding Ring
always present reminder connection incomplete without it cell phone wedding ring i am taken iphone everyone identity icon portal to everywhere newest version largest sparkle i am worth it afforded pleasure african blood coltan and diamond conflict minerals childhood labor silent statement world encircled memories texted inscribed love Photo Credit: Read more
6 Ways To Find Your Smile
I never write something with the intention of invoking reactions. I write my truth – good, bad, and ugly. When something is on my heart, I have to get it out, whether it’s through writing, public speaking, or a radio interview. My latest article, 6 Steps to Finding Your Real Read more
I Am Jodi Arias’s Mother
This interview is the first time Sandy Arias has spoken publicly about her daughter Jodi Arias. Sandra Dee Allen was born in 1958 in a small Northern California town. I love to call her Sandy Dee. It fits, somehow. I met Sandy at Jodi Arias’s sentencing trial, in September 2014. She Read more
Hey, Mom Next Door – I See You
I admit I didn’t really like you when we first met. We had only been in the house a month when you came over with your 12-year-old son, Kyle. You introduced yourself, welcoming us to the neighborhood. You gave us a quick, but very detailed, oral tour of the houses Read more
A Hollywood Mystery: I was a Black Market Baby
I learned I was a black market baby when I was 14. There was no legal adoption, and it’s still unclear if money had changed hands. The parents who took possession of me changed my identity and pretended to be my biological parents. The deception was deliberate and deep. It Read more
Love in the Time of Dementia
My mom desires a closeness with me now that she never did when I was young. I’d long suspected my mother didn’t embrace parenting in that fervent, born-for-this way that some of us do. Still, I was stunned the day she actually confirmed just how trapped she’d felt in the Read more
I Am Your Mother
I’m your mother, but no I’m not listening. You’re talking in the backseat of the car. I hear you, barely. I’m your mother. You say my name “Mom? Mom!” I can’t really hear you, not really. But I will always be your mother. You’re talking more in the backseat of Read more