How My Daughter Got Her Product in Walmart
So a funny thing happened after I had breast cancer. My daughter’s little “Let’s help Mom” sewing project exploded into something that none of us could have ever asked for or imagined. Let’s recap. May 2015: Diagnosed with Stage 2 Lobular Invasive Carcinoma (breast cancer). July 2015: Single mastectomy. August 2015: Doctor declares me “Cancer
Week 35 Memory Verse: Dealing with Difficult People
I’m sure this article has nothing to do with you. It’s about difficult people. You might want to keep reading though, because you probably know a few folks in your life who fit the description. A difficult person is someone who constantly seems to give their opinion— loudly— even when you haven’t asked for it;
It Feels Good to be Trusted
I wonder sometimes about the messages I send even when I am completely unaware. I have been known to roll my eyes and huff at my youngest son, “Can you please remember to bus your own spot after dinner this time?” I wonder if I am secretly saying to him, “You can’t remember to do
Calling All Breast Cancer Survivors
2018. That’s the date (or at least year) set in my mind for the release of my new breast cancer book. This is the book that shows what the process of reconstruction looks like on a real woman’s body — my body. But I am only one. One voice, one body, one choice of the
Week 34 Memory Verse: Bring the light
I would never take a stroll with an artist through his studio and start judging his work. Can you imagine? Walking along and commenting to the one who created each canvas, saying, “Oh, that one is lovely… but that one really sucks… I love the colors you used in this one… but man that one
A Tree Full of Kindness
My dad had a stroke in the summer of 2016. For more than a year, he’s been a resident of an assisted living home. It’s a lovely place, but my heart hurts because I know that isn’t where he wants to be. I got to return to Wisconsin to visit him a few weeks ago
Attack of the Killer Zucchini
Apparently there is this thing in Southeastern Ohio where you leave an extremely large zucchini on someone’s porch or in their car. I’m not sure if the vegetable is left because the mystery giver is a friend or foe. That’s still sort of unclear. It’s kind of like back in high school, when I was
