Guest Post by Shari Kellems This is honest. And probably a bit dark. It’s been three years yesterday since I had surgery for cancer round 2, so it’s been on my mind. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I. Hate. It. The world pukes up pink, I suppose to show support and solidarity to those
by Linda Burklin Three years ago, I ended up in the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. As I was going through the admission process, the nurse asked me, “Did you know you are diabetic? And that you have sky-high blood pressure?” Well, I didn’t know—but I wasn’t surprised, either. I’ve been morbidly obese for my entire
Dear Dad: I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I’m afraid of heights. If I shut my eyes tight, I picture you flinging me in the air. When my wispy, almost-white baby hair brushes the living room ceiling, I whimper. Gentle and close you gather me, make my chest flush with yours. “There, there, honeypot,” you whisper.
by Rachel Ellis “Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness, the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.” —George MacDonald I’ve always loved the mountains. Rugged strength, hues of monochromatic color towering deep into the skyline. There isn’t a thrill in the world like
Our middle child has had a busy year. Last May she graduated college. In the fall, she backpacked through Europe—sightseeing by day, couch-surfing by night. At the beginning of this year, she and a college friend flew to Peru to teach English for a few months at a small school in the mountain town of Huyancao.