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Category Archives: the battle

My Story & The Sisterhood of Significance

I woke at 5:07 a.m. on Friday, December 16, 2016. Within a couple minutes of waking, I felt a tingle rush down my left arm. This wasn’t your average “my arm fell asleep” kind of tingle. It was different. Significant. I’d been feeling tiny pains in my heart on and off since February 2014, the night before I…

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  • Amanda McLoughlinMarch 15, 2017 - 1:56 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story.  As someone who suffers with anxiety, I know panic attacks can be extremely scary.  I’m glad you are doing better!ReplyCancel

    • AmyMarch 17, 2017 - 8:56 am

      So glad you could relate to the post, Amanda. Thank you for your well wishes. I am feeling a LOT better than I did in December. Have a fantastic weekend!ReplyCancel

  • RaquelMarch 8, 2017 - 1:20 pm

    Love the honesty and transparency you are writing about. Cannot wait to read more. Sidenote: I have a gift card to your friend’s spa that I cannot wait to use!ReplyCancel

    • AmyMarch 17, 2017 - 8:54 am

      Thank you, Raquel. Oh my goodness! You are going to love the spa!!!ReplyCancel

Holding Out Hope for a Better Life

My name is Erica. I am a 38-year-old public school art teacher. I have been teaching for over 10 years and love my job. Unlike many mothers with children with disabilities, I have managed to maintain my career. I feel very blessed to work with over 500 students in our town in Minnesota. I have…

When You Don’t Feel Pretty in Your Family Pictures

Recently, I received an email from a photography client who loved the photos I took of her family, but…ummm…herself? Not so much. She went on to describe WHY she didn’t like herself in the photos and what specific action she needed to take to remediate that problem next time they take family photos. The funny thing is, I…

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  • JanaDecember 2, 2016 - 9:13 pm

    This is so good, Amy – and so true! Thanks for sharing.ReplyCancel

I Am Woman

I am woman. Born from my mother’s womb. Bloody. Bruised. Breathing, bright and beautiful. Still in pain, her belly barren, Mama bowed low and bestowed upon me all names I’d ever need. Precious. Princess. Queen. Diva. Beautiful. Beloved Daughter. Born to bring light and life, dignity and strength, elegance and grace. I am woman. Yes. I am woman….