What’s Wrong With Me?

What’s Wrong With Me?

I recognized her, but not for the reason you might think. She walked into my office, her two week old infant over her shoulder, infant carrier slung over one elbow, diaper bag with burp cloth falling out over the other elbow. A pacifier hanging from a robin’s egg blue ribbon dangled from her clenched teeth. “Here, how can I help you?” I offered. [more]

When You Say Your Vows, Do You Really Understand Them?

When You Say Your Vows, Do You Really Understand Them?

We sat side by side waiting for our names to be called. My right hand held his left, and rested on his left thigh. I glanced in his direction, but he was distracted—looking at the clock for the third time in five minutes. Waiting to see the doctor on chemotherapy days was never fun, but especially when we waited to hear lab results to know if the poisonous torture was making a difference. [more]

First Things First

First Things First

The day was wide open before me. I had a long list of things I hoped to accomplish on my one day off that didn’t include a doctor’s appointment, chemotherapy infusion, patients to see in my office, track practice or meet, church committee meeting, or meet up with one of the women I mentor. I was excited with anticipation of all I could get done. [more]

A Special Gift

A Special Gift

It’s so easy to get caught up in the busyness of the day. To hit the “snooze” button on the alarm clock once or twice to make up for going to bed late. To spend too much time deciding on the perfect outfit for the day ahead. And before I know it, I’ve squandered away my quiet time, the time before the stresses and decisions and chaos of the day truly unfolds. Does that ever happen to you, or is it just me? [more]

Whose Opinion Counts?

Whose Opinion Counts?

I’ll never forget the day. My young son came home from school despondent, and lacking his normal carefree smile. When I scooped him up in a hug and attempted to lighten the mood with a tickle-fest, I was instead greeted with tears. “Mom, some kids at school said I wasn’t smart enough to sit at the cool kids’ table.” [more]

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