Tattoo Take Two
I never knew nipples were such a big deal. Actually, it’s not the nipple, it’s the areola that’s causing all the problems. When I stand in front of the mirror, I notice two things: 1) The tattoo I had on my reconstructed side has faded and lost pigmentation in some spots. The tattoo artist told
Week 25 Memory Verse
I think it’s a pretty safe bet that we all know what “anxious” means, right? Yeah, I thought so. But just the same, humor me while I google it… adjective: anxious experiencing worry, unease, or nervousness, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. “she was extremely anxious about her exams” wanting
Kindness Eases the Pain of Saying Goodbye to a Father
My friend’s father-in-law recently died. It came on suddenly. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. They weren’t prepared. I wonder, when it comes to losing someone we love, if we’re ever really prepared. The hole that’s left while we are mourning seems like an endless chasm, and yet it’s the perfect size for kindness.
Reclaiming Our Happy Place
I cut the head off a fish the other day. My fingers still smell kind of peculiar. I wouldn’t exactly call butchering a helpless, flopping fish my kindest act ever, but I had a good reason. We wanted to eat it. Last December, Saul and I bought a sad little lake cabin. It desperately wanted
Week 24 Memory Verse
I’ve never been described as a gentle person. At least not to my face, and I’m not sure that’s one of the words that comes up behind my back. Bold. Direct. Bossy. Brave. Maybe even energetic. But gentle? No. We are in the process of memorizing a weekly verse together. Actually it’s a paragraph I’m
Grass is Greener With Kindness
They say what goes around comes around. If you consistently treat others with kindness, you can expect to have a pretty big kindness bank account to draw from when life throws you a curveball. I’ve seen it happen again and again in my own life, and so has Mary Derosier from Red Lake Falls, Minn.,
I Was Wrong About Teenage Boys
Gosh. I’m a little ashamed of myself. I try to keep an open mind and greet others with love and kindness, but it’s been brought to my attention that I have a great big judgement sticker hanging out inside my head. I’m sure in some ways we all do, because we’re all raised with beliefs
