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I Didn’t Want Anyone to Die Alone

by | Oct 8, 2026 | MLoop

I Didn’t Want Anyone to Die Alone

By Sarah Hines
A few decades ago, someone I knew was dying of AIDS.

His family had disowned him. AIDS was still something people feared, something people didn’t understand, and I couldn’t sit with the idea that someone we loved could be left to die alone.

So, in my early 20s, I started volunteering in home hospice.

I sat at bedsides.
I cleaned toilets.
I made meals and did grocery shopping for people who couldn’t do it themselves.

I was there in the quietest, most vulnerable moments of people’s lives. And it changed me.

Feel It, Don’t Live There

by | Oct 8, 2026 | MLoop, Ross

Feel It, Don’t Live There:

BY DIANE ROSS
“The First Step After a Big Setback”

In my last article, I told you about an experience I had in Dallas. The short version: in the process of trying to be the best public speaker I could be, I lost sight of myself… and crashed epically in front of an audience and panel of judges.

If you missed the article, click here to read it.

Everyone Has Their Version of Dallas

Your version of Dallas, or “the crash” as I like to call it, doesn’t need a stage.

It might be the pitch that landed flat, putting yourself forward for something you really wanted and hearing no.

Or one of those family conversations where you and your sibling are arguing, your mother tells you both to be nice, and suddenly you’re twelve again.

When something like that happens, most of us want to do one of two things: suck it up, get over it and prove we’re fine, or disappear under the covers until further notice.

I’ve done both.

The Feeling I Couldn’t Shake Part 2

by | Oct 8, 2026 | MLoop

The Feeling I Couldn’t Shake – Part 2
How Many of Us Are Carrying This?

BY CYBELE NEGRIS
After I began speaking about my experience, carefully at first, I started to hear something unexpected. Recognition.

Not of the award, but of the feeling.

Women would come up to me after events, or reach out quietly in conversations, and share their own versions of it. Different roles. Different stages of life. Different paths entirely.

But the same underlying question:
What if they find out I’m not as capable as they think I am?