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Thursday, June 21, 2018

When you're 4 and separated from your mom, here's what happens.

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'To pretend that separated children do not grow up with the shrapnel of this traumatic experience embedded in their minds is to di...
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Monday, August 14, 2017

Self-confidence vs. the kickball field: Does that little voice ever really leave us?

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Self-esteem is a funny thing. You think yours is in good shape, and then something floors you and you realize you still need to do some w...
Sunday, June 4, 2017

There is no failure here.

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My niece got married yesterday. I adore her, and I adore her sister. They're my nieces by marriage, and they've remained my niece...
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Saturday, August 20, 2016

One hundred years of memories, and I can't wait to hear more

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My grandmother Teresa, the one with the tiny chair  I visited my dad's 100-year-old cousin today. (First takeaway from the visit:...
Thursday, August 11, 2016

"You Really, Really Mattered."

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He had me at horse heads. It was my first day at my new job. First day in a new industry. I was nervous. Had I made the right decision?...
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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Pass the cake, please, but only after you put all 53 candles on top.

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With my grandma when she was the age I am now. I remember when my grandma turned the age I'll turn this month. That gives me paus...
Saturday, August 1, 2015

"I'll Remember You"

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When it came to just about anything, Jarrett and I didn't agree. That proved to be a bit problematic, given that he was my boss. ...
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Lisa Lavia Ryan
I'm a writer and editor, spoiler of children and dogs, eater of pistachio nuts. Welcome to my head and my heart; I'm glad you're here.
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