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Our Stories



October 14 2021
My side of this kindness coin felt heavy.  I felt cheated of a solid foundation, a stable upbringing and any real connection with her.  I felt like the addiction always won – my sisters and I would ask her to recognize this to no avail, only to be left sobbing from verbal insults spewing from her enraged state. 
Our Story behind our new project: THE MENTAL WELLNESS BOX

Our Story behind our new project: THE MENTAL WELLNESS BOX

April 7 2021
I look towards the companies who do things differently, who create opportunities for themselves, who support those around them and in their community as they continue on their journey, who do their best each day to keep doing what they are doing.  And I celebrate them and support them. 
Jennifer's Journal, Entry 1

Jennifer's Journal, Entry 1

July 13 2020

Mom was trying to make her way to the apartment door to say goodbye.  Murray and I had come home for the weekend to get a visit in.  I am pretty worried about Teresa right now.  As the youngest, she is the only one left.