Healing Stories
All of Us Have a Story to Tell
These personal accounts provide a source of inspiration and hope to others. If you would like to share your own healing story, please submit to Healing Hamlet.
Why I’m Here
Writer, singer and songwriter, Jessie Veeder, shares why her family ranch will always be home Jessie Veeder We were out late last night working cattle. And by late, I mean after dark. And by after dark I mean, a sliver of a moon, a thousand stars, 50 head of black cattle, five people and one flashlight. …
Apples, Apples, Who Has the Apples?
A story about life’s mishaps, the help of strangers, and 450 apples Prairie Wisdom Johnny Appleseed’s birthday was on September 26th so we had little time to make posters, communicate with teachers, write speeches for the daily announcements, organize a master of ceremonies for the event and figure out how we were going to distribute 450 …
Dear Worry: I’m So Breaking Up With You
Anka Dear Worry: I’ve been meaning to write this letter for a while now. You and I have shared a strong bond over the last thirty years. In fact, I often feel incomplete without you. Can you imagine a world where my inner fun person shines? Probably not. Well, I don’t know how to break …
Why Moms Need to Laugh
Rachel Martin Once my now five year old who was then four years old looked at me and asked me why I didn’t laugh much. I didn’t realize he would notice that. I thought being the busy mom, the doing, the cleaning, the making sure he had his peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into …
Sometimes We Get it Right
Tara Egan As parents, we wear our guilt like a favorite pair of shoes; constantly and mindlessly. In contrast, we wear our pride like a pair of too-tight gloves; intermittently and uncomfortably. As I’ve navigated my way through my divorce, my guilt and sense of failure has taken on a life of its own. …
Nobody Just Cleans Toilets
Adrian Fogelin Most of us have better selves disguised as cleaning ladies. Fresh out of art school I got a job as the illustrator for The Baltimore Zoo. Orgie Kimball worked there too, and had for many years. When I met her she was a stooped and tired woman who wore a powder blue smock …
At Home
MJ of Emjayandthem After several days we moved Mom back to her house and I saw a change in her that I hadn’t expected: I saw her at home, in her element, and back in control. I watched as she whipped her oxygen cord around like a lariat and laughed when I got myself caught …
Nearly
Jessi Jump Every time we experience a near miss, we glimpse the world as it would have been, for better or worse, and then we are left to survive or thrive with what is. Yesterday, in traffic, I was cut off by a stereotype. A silver haired woman in a gold Cadillac …
A Rite of Passage
Mother, wife, writer, quote collector, clothing and digital shop owner, DIY project creator and founder of Choose Joy, Ashley Hackshaw learned she had cancer in the fall of 2011. With her family, she created the following love-filled video, A Rite of Passage. You can follow Ashley’s cancer journey on The Cancer Chronicles. Visit Ashley’s Lil Blue Boo Blog, …
The Door
Deborah A. Miranda The door stood fast, though it remembered the power of a storm that felled its tree quite well, remembered the horrific pull and lift and surge and the momentary sensation of flying through stars. The wind blew through the tops of the trees and arrived at the door. But …