Every hair on your head
I never considered myself pretty. While I didn’t think I was particularly ugly, I simply thought I was ordinary, if…
The joys of being a godmother
A godmother. There is almost something mystical about the term. Children’s fairy tales are full of these kind, magical figures…
Finding the light in my darkness: A Christmas reflection
Where I live, it is dark by 4 in the afternoon come December. As a child, like many children, I…
What cancer has taught me about my baptism
Have you been born again? This was a question I received frequently from customers during my days as a Walmart…