Ann, the Appalachian Pioneer Woman
I’d like you to meet Ann. Ann is a professional photographer. She took all the photos of my bare chest during reconstruction for my upcoming breast cancer book. She’s used to seeing me naked. That’s why she has no problem walking into my house while I’m still in my pajamas, and I have no problem
Week 32 Memory Verse
I’m a project starter. How about you? A project starter is a person who gets all excited about cleaning her closet. She throws everything onto the bed and sorts through it by making three piles (give, save, toss). She puts the “give” and “toss” into black garbage bags, then walks out of the room because
Grace at the gas pump
I walked into the gas station with my debit card in hand. “Hi! I had fuel on pump one.” The young woman behind the counter looked at her register and then looked at me. “Which pump?” “Pump one.” Again she looked at her screen, this time with a confused little arch to her eyebrow. “I’m
Can I just say, I hate food?
In our house, we don’t use the word “hate.” It’s too strong. It’s too damaging. It’s too permanent. However, if I’m being honest, there are a few things I hate. I hate food and I hate exercise. I have a love/hate relationship with food that goes back as long as I can remember. I don’t
Week 31 Memory Verse
The Bible tells us not to fear something like 365 times— one time for every day of the year. Some theologians argue that’s not exactly true, but it sounds good so I’m going with it. Actually it doesn’t really matter to me exactly how many times we’ve been told. I’m a mom, so I figure
Go Fly a Kite Kindness
If someone tells you to “go fly a kite,” you can pretty much assume he or she is not leading with kindness and a future get-together is not in the works. Much like the phrases “bug off” or “take a hike,” the origin of “go fly a kite” is a little hazy. Some people believe
The Moments That Words Can’t Reach
There are moments that the words don’t reach… My daughter and I sat in the balcony overlooking the stage as Angelica sang these words. There is suffering too terrible to name… All of a sudden, I wasn’t watching a show about Alexander Hamilton. I was caught in my own thoughts. The moments when you’re in
