I love a good “controlled” scare. Would you believe there’s evidence that it might actually be beneficial?
Things like a good jump scene in a movie or someone sneaking up behind me. And I have a special fondness for rowdy roller coasters.
My son—grown, out of college, and on his own—still delights in making his mama shriek. But Mama has a few scary tricks up her own sleeve.
I’m sporting a not-so-stylish accessory these days.
After spending the better part of 2013 searching for relief from my foot pain, I had surgery (Jan 9th). The first week was painful, but thankfully I’m on the mend and off my crutches.
The boot, I’m afraid, is here to stay for a while.
It’s all-good and will be worth it when I’m back to exercising in the spring, hopefully without pain. In the meantime, I’m schlepping this crazy boot. Believe it or not, this thing preaches to me.
I have a knack of turning something sobering into something silly.
I don’t mean to. Really. I know it’s important to be fully present and feel the weight of the moment, but for some reason my contemplative self passes the baton to my snarky self and off she goes.
One of the most sobering things of late has been my mom’s stroke. Few things upend your family’s world like a stroke does.
For years I recorded prayer requests of stroke victims and their families. And I prayed for them, but I had no idea what they went through.
Now I do.
Now I know some of the struggles and decisions and heartaches. I also know you can find joy where you least expect it. Like in the emergency room.