Going Dark to See the Light
If a Broadway show doesn’t have a performance, it’s said to be “dark.” Mondays are usually dark in order to give the actors a chance to recuperate — or perhaps go grocery shopping and pick up their dry cleaning, I’m not quite sure. My blog posts and tweets are more of a horse-and-pony show than
Kindness Generator Provides Treasure Trove of Ideas
I’m having one of those “Look what I found!” moments. In simpler times, when I didn’t have to bend over so far to reach the ground, I would have them often. I’d spy the tiniest corner of a buried treasure and spend the next 10 minutes frantically excavating before tearing into the house to show
Just Give Me A Sign
Nurse Holly has pronounced me full! I’m done with my weekly escapades to Columbus until I meet with the surgical oncologist and plastic surgeon again on December 2nd. That means no more day-long coffee dates with my ride-along girlfriends, no more stops at the gluten-free but not glutton-free bakery, and no more Target. Ahhh…. Target.
Make Silver Lining Your Favorite Color
I keep getting asked the same question. It’s totally awesome and becoming totally weird. In private conversations, after speaking functions, even during media interviews– when I talk about life or kindness or breast cancer, the same question keeps coming back to me: Where do you get your joy? It’s like God is giving me lots
Use Kindness to Find Meaning
Do you ever wonder why you’re here? I know I do. People need purpose. I’m at my best when my gifts and talents are being put to good use; when I’m on the right track. I’m guessing I’m not the only one who feels this way. Rick Warren’s book, “A Purpose Driven Life,” is the
Diary of a Wised-Up Mom
The people who deserve my kindness the most often see it the least. That’s why I’m showing you this. It looks a lot like the brand new, just released, my son could not wait to read, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, right? It’s not. It’s a peace offering. I ordered this book for Charlie several
Why I Decorate Way Too Early
By the time I got home from church on Sunday, my husband and son had every bin of Christmas decor pulled from the top shelf of the garage and set on the living room floor. I was touched. Normally, I sort of sneak everything down while Saul is at work. My husband then comes home
