Growing up was hard, but good. We lived just above the poverty line, but we made it work. I had dogs, a yard and a fun childhood. I had very good, loving parents. But, when I think back to this time, I think mostly of my mom. My childhood memories of her are as a hurting, torn up woman, struggling to keep it all together. She had lost a baby boy, her husband was always …....
I saw her every day. Occasionally, we would acknowledge one another; a brief nod, a half smile and a little wave but no real conversation. There was so much I wanted to ask her but, for weeks, I struggled to even find the confidence to approach her and say ‘hello’. Mind you, we both had plenty to occupy our time. Both of our children had cancer and were long-term residents ....
The air was filled with laughter and chatter, as more than 4000 women took their seats in the auditorium. Everywhere I looked I saw women hugging one another ‘hello’, squealing with delight as they located a friend, beckoning her over, ‘I saved you a seat, come sit with me’. We were all there for a women’s conference. A celebration of friendship, purpose and love and ....
Todays story is brought to you via short video from our friends at Find Yourself In the Story It is an inspiring insight into the life of a remarkable woman named Marion Fromm. Aged in her 60’s Marion, a mother and grandmother from Australia, relocated to Cambodia to establish a fruit preservation and processing plant that would train, employ and house those who had be....
As a midwife I became skilled at intuitively recognising when a women was entering the transition stage of labour. In some cases the established rhythm of contractions and rest would pause and the stillness brought a deeper rest or time to reposition and regroup in preparation for birth. In other cases a crescendo occurs that if not harnessed can lead to an unwanted, obstructed....
