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The Duggar Thing

*deep breath*
So, I have a confession to make.
I've been trying to avoid writing about the Duggar thing.
Five million people have written about it (including a few people I know) and some of them have been laying down good words about it without cruising into vitriolic territory.

There's a good reason why I'm choosing to not put my own thoughts out there yet.
It's pretty simple, actually.
Mine aren't yet fully formed, and this is not a debate I want to march into the middle of with half-formed opinions.
I just wanted to give some props to the ones who are writing well about what's been going on.

Thank you, those writers not spewing venom, wherever your heart is on everything that is coming up and out.
I cannot begin to express my gratitude for the ways you are able to communicate your thoughts and feelings -
Whether I agree or disagree, they haven't left behind the bitter anger that does nothing more than eat away at my heart.
Your ability to walk that line is beautiful.
I can only hope I'm able to do the same in the moments when it is my turn to speak up.
From one writer to another, you're awesome.
Don't ever stop communicating the way you do.
We need to hear what you have to say.


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