I’ve Turned Into My Mother
Albert Einstein is quoted as saying, “There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Somewhere along the way I started living my life as though everything is a miracle. Basically, I’ve turned into my mother. It’s funny, I
We Are All Human
I ordered chicken tenders at the pool last summer for my kids. We are clearly not foodies (or we wouldn’t have ordered chicken tenders in the first place), but this meal was inedible. The poor little freezer-burned then overcooked nuggets barely resembled food. My kids were disappointed, but happy to eat french fries for lunch,
Put Away the Vacuum
I won’t be able to vacuum for 8 weeks. See? This breast cancer stuff has some real benefits! I had my pre-op appointment at THE JAMES yesterday and learned all about the procedure and the recovery. Basically, Saul and I will arrive at the hospital on April 26th at 9am, the surgery will begin at
Missing My Brave
I’m worried I’m losing my brave. It’s April and the countdown is on. My next surgery is 22 days away. On Tuesday, April 26th, I’ll go back to THE JAMES to have the expander in my left breast removed and a more permanent silicone implant installed. While I’m under, the reconstructive surgeon will also lift
Only Kindness Matters
I have a picture on my office wall that says, “Kindness Matters.” The coffee cup on my desk reminds me to “Be Kind.” I’m naturally drawn to things that revolve around kindness, whether it’s artwork or the latest academic research. When a radio announcer mentions kindness, my ears perk up. But it hasn’t always been
Oprah, Joel and Nicole
Watching TV has given me a new tactic to create a healthier me. I was watching Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday the other night when she had Pastor Joel Osteen on as a guest. It was the first time I had seen the show or seen the interview, so it was brand new to me. Only
Easter at Elevation
I took my kids to a rock concert on Easter. Okay, it wasn’t really a rock concert, but it sure was reminiscent of the time I saw the Steve Miller band live in Green Bay. You know what it was? Church. Several thousand people were on their feet, hands in the air, singing at the
