In Sickness and In…Sickness

I used to pride myself on not getting sick. I’m so healthy and full of probiotics and organic homemade juices! I would announce internally (and sometimes to the Jamba Juice lady who was pouring my health into a cup). Then I had kids. And all that awesomeness...

Three Ways to Care for Friends Who Hurt

Our 4-year-old grandson Jackson is accident prone. Every bump and bruise has a story. “You should have seen it, Nana,” he said. “I fell off my bike and my face hit the ground before my hands.” One look at his noggin and I knew he spoke truth. He then pulled three...

Without Counting

I was so irritated with my husband. The doctor had advised me to wake him every hour throughout the night. Earlier in the day, he’d braked too hard on an unfamiliar bike to avoid a collision and ended up flying over the handlebars, landing on his head—without a...

I Don’t Feel Brave

I don’t feel brave. Not one bit. Let me explain. I recently went to the Mayo Clinic for some tests. The day did not start well. Personally, I’m of the opinion that starting a day at 6:00 a.m. with an alarm ringing in my ears is just bad from the get-go. But there was...

The Best Lemonade Maker

This is the second article in our new 6-week series called “Her Story,” stories of ordinary women experiencing, overcoming, or choosing to do extraordinary things. Michelle grew up the sixth child out of seven. She found her groove as a mini-Mom caretaker;...