He Loves Them More
My niece called me from college last night. She’s a freshman and wanted to Facetime to show me her new dorm. She is beyond excited, but I wasn’t shocked when she admitted there were some tears as she moved into her new home. Kate called them happy tears. “I’m just so excited, Aunt Nicki!” She
Why I Agree to Be Uncomfortable for Kindness
Why do I do this to myself? I could have said no. Why didn’t I say no? They’re going to eat me alive! My introverted self is verbally attacking the ambitious dynamo part of my personality. You see, go-getter me signed up for something that is now making me a little sick to my stomach.
I Make Myself Sick
I’d like to blame my morning fainting spell on low blood sugar, but I think it has more to do with my new nipple. Tuesday’s surgery went really well. I was awake the whole time, the nurse pumped my favorite Christian music into the room, the procedure was fast and I didn’t feel a thing.
New Nipple Tuesday
I’m going off the rails a bit. If you are one of those people who relishes TMI (too much information), stick with me. You’re gonna love this– we’re talking about nipples! If not, carry on with your day and I’ll catch up with you another time. Tomorrow is New Nipple Tuesday! I’ve named it that
The Power of One Kind Word
We were wrong. As children we stuck our tongues out at the playground bully and hollered with a fake bravado, “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” We were wrong. Wikipedia tells me this childhood rhyme has been around since 1862. For 150 years we have been telling ourselves
Cancerversary
Some days seem to count more than others when it comes to cancer. May 14th? The day I found out I had breast cancer. July 14th? The day I had my mastectomy. April 26th? My reconstruction surgery. Before my eyes even bothered to blink open this morning, I knew what day it was. August 19th.
First Day of School Fail
Ugh. I did it again. Twice. Yesterday was the first day of school. My daughter started 7th grade, which in Athens, means going to the middle school. My boys are in 5th and 1st, still at the elementary. Two schools means two separate drop off times. Two chances to get back-to-school pictures of at least
