When Your Little Sister Turns Out To Be Your Hero

My youngest sister doesn’t look like a strong woman. A “do-rag” covers her shiny bald head and these days she’s tipping the scales at just over 100 pounds. She isn’t much of a threat to anyone or anything. Or is she? Just after my ninth birthday, around the time I...

When Cancer Is Her Truth, She Needs You: Write for 31 Days

It was a beautiful Fall day, a good day for the three of us “sisters from another mister” to share some shopping, fellowship, sushi. And, oh yes, a mammogram. One of my friends had a scare in the past, so we went with her for this appointment. We prayed...

It’s True: There’s No Time Like the Present

Hanging on the wall above my desk is a tiny German clock. One of my sons gave it to me for Christmas a year ago. Just like a grown-up cuckoo clock, this one must be wound daily. Though it is beautiful and I treasure it because it was a gift from the heart of someone I...

Reflecting on Lessons Learned

Lying on a gurney in the radiation room at my Cancer Treatment Center, I count up to 16. “You’re Number 16,” I say to the kind fellow prepping me for my morning CAT scan — Number 16 in a long line of strangers to examine, poke, bandage or...

No “Muskrat Love” in My World

Taking stock recently of my body’s collision with breast cancer, I’m intrigued by how God has tucked so many life lessons into this natural world, almost as if He’s devised a sort of “treasure hunt” for us.  It was with amusement that I...

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