Thief of memories
Breast cancer doesn't just plunder body, it is a thief of memories. I have good reason to hate it, too: The memory album of my mother is too small. Blank pages are haunted with wonderings of "what might have been, if only." If...A time to speak
"We do need to warn you…these kids are not the same!"– Never The Same '09 blogIt's been two of the longest weeks in my life, but I imagine two of the shortest weeks in hers. A mission trip billed as "Never The Same...What if you were so hungry, the lion in your stomach stopped growling?
It's 1:15 on a Wednesday afternoon and my stomach is growling because I've yet to have lunch. It's important to note I've had precisely 2.5 cups of coffee and two butter-lavished blueberry muffins, and yet I'm still hungry. My pantry...I Pink, I Can
Think "pink" and what is your mental default? An ice cream parlor (studies suggest pink stimulates sweet cravings)? Little girls in ribbons and lace? Valentine hearts & roses? …or breasts? During the month of October, I suppose many of you...Live intentionally!
If you were doomed to live the same life over and over again for eternity, would you choose the life you are living now? The question is interesting enough, but I’ve always thought the point of asking it is really the unspoken, potentially devastating follow-up...Welcome!
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