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Sharing stories can have amazing impact!

Sometimes I struggle with what to write here, and sometimes it just comes flowing out of my fingertips, like my heart and hands have bypassed my brain. It is weird how that works. Lately I have been trying to reach women who are frustrated by the limiting choices presented to them by our culture. I hope to share in future posts, the stories of women who have made different choices, and anonymously, share with you how they feel it has worked for them. I am fortunate to know all kinds of women. Some work full-time, some have chosen to drop out of the work world all together, some home school, some work part-time, some have booming DSA business's. I would love to hear the stories of those I don't talk to often. If you have something to share, please drop me a line at vicrhodes13@yahoo.com. I have been pleasantly surprised, and even shocked a little at the number of people who read this blog. Many are folks I haven't seen or talked to for 20+ years. How cool is technology that we can re-connect with old friends all over the globe. I hope you will take a few minutes to pop me a note, let me know how you are doing, and if you are willing to share your story, I would love to post anything that could help another person feel less disconnected, or that will encourage another person. To my male friends, if you could share how your wife has balanced the whole motherhood/work puzzle, please chime in! Have a blessed day everyone!


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