Hey pinkies, remember me, the angry girl from this morning?

I’m sitting here wrapped in a terrycloth bathrobe with a towel on my head, laughing maniacally (good thing nobody but the animals are around to witness this scene). I just had one of those revelations one can only
have in the bathtub. While soaking, I was reading a friend’s book, and had come
to a part about how the univ

Hey Pinkies, I was so powerfully moved by today’s post on OP about money. It made me realize I want to talk about it. I NEED to talk about it. It’s something about which I keep silent due to the shame and anger it evokes in me. But I also know it can’t stay
buried. THANK YOU, Lissa, for your own transparency, honesty, and invitation into the conversation. Here are my
thoughts, Pinkies. This is all hard for me to say, but I can’t hold it in for
another second … th

I found this story and wanted to share with all of you!

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.One day,while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.

He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from w