Courage to Fall Apart
Hannah Collins
The day my daughter was born I held her in my arms and recalled the dream I’d had a few months earlier, of holding
The day my daughter was born I held her in my arms and recalled the dream I’d had a few months earlier, of holding
“You seem alive right now. It’s like I’m seeing the real you.” Those words sunk deep. I’d had one of those moments that made
The little white stick showed a blue cross, and my breath was frozen. It was the seventh time I’d seen that symbol, but my
It started like every other night. The same instructions had been given. The same arguments had been repeated. We sat down and pulled open
One of the biggest reasons why some women shy away from “chick” events is because to them, women are scary. As a result, many
The call to Be you, Bravely is concurrently empowering and intimidating. We get that. Sometimes it’s hard to know where to start or identify
“Do what only you can do.” It was the mantra my friend Karen, who has lived more life than I, told me a few
“You are so brave and courageous! You are a supermom!” The compliments were thrown at me, as I told my friends how I traveled
It’s so much easier to be a good mother when your kids are sleeping. I walked into my sons’ room, to their bunk-beds piled
I never really considered myself ‘the brave one’. Loud, sure. Spontaneous, at times. Joyful, usually. But brave — not so much. Then I asked