Courageous Kindness Combats Selfishness
The bad thing about striving to live a life of kindness is that you realize when you fail. And you fail every day. Or maybe I should say, I fail every day. The minute I keep the conversation trivial to avoid entering someone’s pain, the minute I cut the conversation short with an impatient answer,
The Place Where Joy Lives
What a difference a week makes. Last Thursday, I was on the 35th floor of One World Trade in New York City, feeling on top of the world. Thanks to my 12 year old daughter’s fundraising efforts, Jordan and I were invited to speak at the Susan G. Komen Partner Summit. She got a standing
Birthday Kindness Comes in a Box
I remember having two birthday parties as a kid. My family lived on a little farmette with horses, and my dad had a friend who was a clown (doesn’t everyone’s dad have a friend who is a clown?), so when I turned 6 years old, every kid in town came to my house to celebrate.
The Today Show!
Check out this ecstatic crew! While waiting for The Today Show to start, Jordan was interviewed by Alex on the Plaza for a Sirius XM radio segment! I promised to put her link on my website, so here you go! Every cent of your Cozy for the Cure donation goes to the Komen Foundation to
My House is a Bachelor Pad
If you drive by my home and there’s toilet paper hanging out the window, don’t be alarmed. The Phillips’ household is officially a bachelor pad. My daughter and I are on our way to New York City to speak at the Susan G. Komen Partner Summit. Apparently, big companies like to know where their charitable
Airman Saves Life with Kidney Donation
Life can change in an instant. One moment you’re young and in love and planning a wedding, and the next, you’re sitting in a hospital room trying to decipher medical jargon and test results. That’s how it went for Aly Cola. In a matter of days, her life was turned upside down. Thanks to a
Where are My Barbie Boobs?
I went to Columbus yesterday for a check-up with my plastic surgeon. It’s been eight weeks since my reconstruction surgery. This was supposed to be an intense decision-making appointment. Instead, it was perhaps the first time in my life that I decided to leave well-enough alone. My breasts aren’t perfect. They’re a little smaller than
