This week has been a whirlwind. I wrote my blog post regarding my time at R*levant on Friday. Shortly after I published my corroboration of Andre Henry’s experience under C*meron Str*ng’s poor management, subscribers picked
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On The Subject of Cameron Strang
*Please note the italicized/bold sentences are excerpts from Andre’s article referenced throughout and not my own words. Sometimes you’re just driving your usual route after work, mindlessly running your errands when a text lands on
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We’re All Just Walking Each Other Home
Last night, I attended the funeral service of an old classmate. I hadn’t seen him in ten years and in fact, I can’t say I had a personal relationship with him but we were often
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Crossing the Red Line: A Blood Donation Newbie’s First Time
I couldn’t look down at the tube of blood wrapped around my forearm because I knew I wouldn’t return if I did. I didn’t need to know the mechanics of it. I just needed to
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From Carrie Bradshaw to Content Mill Martha… Looking Back at a Life Online
Let’s talk about the internet. I’ve been thinking a lot about the evolution it’s had as someone whose work in recent years has been measured by pageviews and social analytics. In June 2015, I left
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A Case for Brave Compassion
I went to church last night for the first time in a few weeks and was introduced to Pastor Cole NeSmith’s definition of brave compassion. During service, NeSmith outlined this concept as what can be
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When Does Good Friday Become Good?
Good Friday is around the corner once again and one of the most poignant reads on such remains Jen Hatmaker’s blog entry, published April of last year. If you’re unfamiliar with her work, Jen
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In the Midst of Loss, We Belong Only to Each Other
You know those particularly rotten, no-good weeks that feel like a personal affront? I had one recently. I felt so unlucky I thought it was the ladder I almost walked under last month, except I
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Becoming Human Again
My name is Rebecca and I am a perfectionist. Before finally admitting this to myself, I judged people who made this brand of declarative statement. Maybe I’ve only ever heard it said as an afterthought—tacked