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Danielle Scruton
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author. mother. miracle worker.
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Yesterday my daughter came home holding her body tight. She was trying to mask her upset, but I knew she wanted to tell me what happened- she simply needed time. And then, as we climbed the stairs up to her room that night, she told me that girls at school had been mean. They made fun of her clothes and called her names. As we rounded the corner to her doorway, she uttered under her breath: “Bitches.”
“Baby,” I said gently. “I’m so sorry you’re hurting. What they said to you was unkind. You deserve some time to lick your wounds.”
She gritted her teeth. “I’m not hurting,” she told me. “I’m fine. Those girls can go to hell. I don’t care what they say!”
I looked her square in the eye. “Clearly, you care. You’re using very colourful language. Like I said, it’s OK to feel hurt.”...
Pray for the Girls
Pray for the Girls
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{NEW Post} Works Well with Others

I crossed the street to come out of the shade and into the sun. With the temperature well below zero, I was wishing I’d worn a hat. The west side of Locke Street granted a degree or two of warmth to help prevent my ears from feeling frostbitten. It was late afternoon and I was trying to squeeze in a quick tea and chat with an old work colleague before my boyfriend got home from work.
It had been years since I’d seen Nina. She reached out to me, seemingly out of the blue, weeks before. There was tension with a new girl at work and she needed to talk it out with someone- someone who didn’t know this woman, but who knew the dynamics of a cardiac research department. At least that’s what I was thinking as I made my way to her. I’d always loved Nina. She was patient with me back in the day as I tried to learn the ropes of running a study in a busy hospital and never made me feel like I was bothering her. She had a way of teaching that left you feeling as though you had figured out the solution all on your own....
Works Well with Others
Works Well with Others
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"The day had been sunny and cold, a perfect day for writing. But now, as the night was opening up and the moon was full, I felt more like myself. I was a moon girl—muted in my glow, revealed in phases, coming alive in the dark...."
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“You’ll feel it, darling- that tie to her gut. You’ll feel it because no matter what appears to go on, you will love her. You will see yourself in her. And while she will make your heart light and happy, your strength will be at the seat of your stomach. That is where your courage to go on- in spite of how hard it gets- will rest.”
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