Our mailbox has been filling with Christmas cards, and we normally wait until December 25 to open them all. But I accidentally opened one card. Well, maybe it wasn’t an accident. The beautiful writing. The heartfelt honesty. The confessional truth. The words stirred...
Cancer shatters illusions, magnifies weaknesses, and strips me of the existence I once knew. Somewhere along the way the lens through which I view each day changed. Though it’s still murky and muddled, I can’t help but notice: To continue reading, pick up a copy of...
