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Crying Happy Tears (and Learning to Believe What Others See in Me)
“The moment I opened Jada’s gift — tears, gratitude, and one of those sacred reminders that we’re all works in progress, beautifully becoming.” I figured it was about time for a blog. I’ve sat down at the keyboard a few times lately, ready to write, but nothing came out. Just… blank. And yet, over the past couple of weeks, there have been plenty of blog-worthy moments—little lessons, gifts, and connections that seem to keep showing up right when I need them. The most recent c
Naazh
4 days ago3 min read
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