
Maggie Dillard
Associate Features Editor at First for Women
Associate Features Editor at Woman's World
Articles
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1 week ago |
womansworld.com | Maggie Dillard
One of my favorite memories was camping with my parents on Long Beach in British Columbia. It was the early 1970s, and I was 7 years old. One day, my dad and I were walking along the beach, and we found a skate fish—which is similar to a stingray— dead on the sand. I begged my dad to let me bring it home, but he explained that it would decompose. I was so sad and too young to understand, but as I got older, I realized that my dad had managed the situation well in explaining and consoling me.
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1 week ago |
yahoo.com | Maggie Dillard
One of my favorite memories was camping with my parents on Long Beach in British Columbia. It was the early 1970s, and I was 7 years old. One day, my dad and I were walking along the beach, and we found a skate fish—which is similar to a stingray— dead on the sand. I begged my dad to let me bring it home, but he explained that it would decompose. I was so sad and too young to understand, but as I got older, I realized that my dad had managed the situation well in explaining and consoling me.
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1 week ago |
womansworld.com | Maggie Dillard
Aunt Violet was a year shy of 90 when she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer very suddenly. She died within a week, and it was a shock to me because she had seemed so vibrant and healthy. Aunt Violet’s hospice room was serene, and her nurses took perfect care of her. But it broke my heart when my aunt asked if she could come home with me when I was leaving one afternoon. I wish I could have taken her. I had a special relationship with Aunt Violet.
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2 weeks ago |
womansworld.com | Maggie Dillard
Each year, we take time on Memorial Day to honor the sacrifice of military service people who have lost their lives defending our country. For those who have lost a loved one in this way, this holiday feels bittersweet. We recognize the need and appreciate the significance, but our hearts still grieve what we’ve lost. But even as we mourn on this day, we can remember that there is hope in our pain. God is in it with us. We do not hurt alone. When our grief feels heavy, God carries us.
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3 weeks ago |
womansworld.com | Maggie Dillard
Last year, after my husband, Michael, had been experiencing abdominal pain and fever on and off for two weeks, he reluctantly agreed to go to an urgent care. Feeling worried, I prayed. A voice inside me whispered, He needs treatment, but he’ll be okay. After undergoing tests at the clinic, the next day the doctor said, “You are very ill, Michael. Go to the ER now. You likely have diverticulitis. This could go south very quickly!”A foreboding feeling swept over me.
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