On Mother’s day the year I was 28 I was just hours away from giving birth to my youngest son. Being a dutiful pastor’s wife I went into labor at 1:30am on Monday thoughtfully allowing Rick to complete his Sunday responsibilities.
A number of years ago I hit burnout. My work as the senior vice president at The Urban Alternative, having two teenage boys still at home, and trying to complete my undergraduate degree overwhelmed me. I told Tony one evening…
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