Today was drip day; I saw other moms there … one with a tween-age daughter who had made a giant pink poster for her mom that said “Last Day of Chemo!” because it’s her end-of -treatment-rainbow day.  So cute; I took their picture together, and the mom recognized me from the bag giveaway I did with my friend and our five daughters over spring break....

Thanks for all the encouragement from my last two posts.  My community, my village, my people, my stranger friends: I am blessed by you. Here’s a quick brain dump of what I’m thinking about, written mostly with very selfish motivations so that you can pray for me: -Thank you for the encouragement about my last two posts.  Today is Chemo Day: I’m in...

A few days ago, I went for an early morning beach run, and I was doing my usual running-praying-thinking thing.  I was reminded of a journal question that I came across several months ago: what would you do if you knew you could not fail? Isn’t that a great question? What is something I would do if I knew I could not fail? What is something you would do if you knew...

I’m coming off a week at the beach (awesome, amazing and fantastic!) where I had no wifi, so I’m reconnecting slowly today.  This post is a hard one to write because it’s hard to look head on into the diagnosis, but I figured it was time for a medical-ish update on how I’m doing.  In my everyday life, and therefore my everyday writing, I err...

My family has a long history with laundry.  One of the first chores I remember doing was matching socks as they came out of the dryer.  Later that job would get passed on to my sisters as I became folder of all things square and rectangular, gradually increasing in difficulty until, eventually, I became a t-shirt folder.  To this day, I fold Brad’s shirts the...