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"Carry On, Warrior..."

So I just finished this book, Carry On, Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed by Glennon Doyle Melton.

Holy crap.

Holy crap.

Holy crap.

 I'm going to be responding to various specific essays and themes in the days and weeks to come, on and off, but, yeah. This one is dead on, even if you don't struggle with bulimia and alcoholism, even if you don't tangle with mental illness, even if you don't have kids. Glennon gets it. Whatever it is, she gets it. And then she shares it.

So, yeah. Watch this space.

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