Guest Post: Messy Meltdown
Have you ever met someone so kind, so gentle, that the minute you see her sweet smile you just feel safe? Accepted? That’s how I felt when I met Michele O’Leary. She and I became online friends this summer, just before she took the brave step to start a blog. A few months later we
Kindness Happens Even at the Ryder Cup
As a basketball coach’s wife, there are certain away games that I’ve learned to watch on television. Sure, they’re within driving distance, but I learned long ago to listen when my husband says “You might not like this one.” It’s not that our team is going to lose. Winning or losing has nothing to do
You are More than Pink
If you have 60 seconds, click on this video. I want to show you something… The little girl in the video is Jordan. The mom is me. For those of you who know us, you know those aren’t our actual faces, but it is our actual story. Several months ago the Susan G. Komen headquarters
My Taylor Swift Speech
There are times as a mom that you need to be quiet and listen and there are times when you need to speak– even when your opinion is not invited. Figuring out which time is which can be a little tricky. Sitting in the driver’s seat of the minivan, I would say that my opinion
Layers of Kindness Make a Difference in the Life of a Man with Down Syndrome
As I opened my email, I really thought the sender was about to share a story of cookie-making kindness. It was early in the morning, and my first pre-coffee thought was, “Oh, how sweet of them.” Then I kept reading. Then I read it again. Then I wrote back and asked her to tell me
A Question for Our Tribe
The enemy says you’re not good enough. The enemy says you’ve messed up beyond repair. The enemy says you should retreat, go back where it’s safe in the shadows. I know the enemy’s tricks and yet I fall for them again and again. Do you? Do the lies become so loud they cloud out the
Everyday Worries
The funny thing about cancer drugs is that they seem to spit out side-effects cyclically. I don’t always get hot flashes. They come in waves. Every few weeks I wake up hot and sweaty and know that for a few days I’m going to have some uncomfortable nights. Then just when I think I can’t
