45 Lessons from the Smack Dab Middle

45 Lessons from the Smack Dab Middle

So today I turn 45 years old.  I’m not usually affected by birthdays, as they just seem to come and go and blur together. But 45 seems like a midway point to me. If I am fortunate to live until I’m 90, then I have lived half my life and still have half my life ahead...
Allowing Emptiness

Allowing Emptiness

emp·ty ˈem(p)tē/ adjective 1. containing nothing; not filled or occupied. Synonyms: vacant, unoccupied, uninhabited, untenanted, bare, desolate, deserted, abandoned. Empty. It’s not a word often associated with the positive, especially when used as an adjective...
Am I Really Cancer Free?

Am I Really Cancer Free?

  Y’all, the last 24 hours have been rough!  I always say that my life is pretty much an open book, but every so often there is a secret that I tuck away in a dark lonely place for fear that if it comes to light I won’t have the strength to bear it. When I...
When Will It Be The Last Time?

When Will It Be The Last Time?

Last week I traveled to Indianapolis with my two kiddos. We were surprising my father for his 70th birthday and meeting my nephew Asher for the first time. It was a wonderful trip full of quality time with friends and family, and lots of cuddles with sweet Asher. One...
Turning Worries into Praises

Turning Worries into Praises

Do you ever have those moments of being completely overwhelmed and paralyzed by life? Those moments where you are struggling to catch your breath because you feel as if you have a 20-pound weight smack dab in the middle of your chest? Those moments where you look at...
Trying to BE STILL and WAIT

Trying to BE STILL and WAIT

We live in an increasingly fast-paced world. With rapid changes in technology, we now live in an environment where everything we need is at our fingertips. If you are as old as I am, you will remember the painstaking efforts it took to plan a road trip. We would pull...

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Tears

Each night as I tuck my son into bed he reaches his arm from underneath the covers and tenderly rubs the top of my head.  This has been a ritual every night since I lost my hair to chemo.  That sweet gesture was a great comfort to me during the darkest of hours,  and...
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