Drumroll, please…

I don’t know whether it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for, but I’ve had enough questions about this in the past two months that I believe it’s the moment for me to share my story.

This story is much different than the way I would have written it. It’s a story that doesn’t completely make sense to me yet. Yet, it’s a story that I believe God is writing and I am excited to be a part of.

I’m a bit bashful, so come a little closer, and I’ll tell you a secret: I have a boyfriend. Eeeeeee!  I know, right?

Now that my girly squeals have ended, let’s get to the serious stuff. I need to backtrack a little, but I promise I’ll tell you more about the boyfriend thing by the end of this post… Continue reading “Drumroll, please…”

Plastic Surgery Your Pain Away

Tummy tucks. Chemical peels. Fat reductions. Fat injections. Lifts, augmentations, and implants. No matter what you want to enhance or remove, plastic surgery is your answer.

Or so says today’s American culture. In fact, according to a recent study conducted by the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery (ASAPS) this past April, over half (51%) of all Americans approve of cosmetic plastic surgery. It shouldn’t be surprising then that, as the ASAPS boasts, “almost 9.5 million cosmetic surgical and nonsurgical procedures were performed in the United States [in 2010].”


Our culture does not deal well with its scars and imperfections.

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The Stuff of Dreams

I am a dreamer, but unfortunately, I don’t mean in the poetic, wonderful, pondering-the-future-and-all-its-possibilities way.  I mean that I have a very active dream life when I sleep.

My sisters are laughing right now if they are reading this.  But who am I kidding?  My sisters don’t read my blog!  So I’m safe.*

My sisters tease me about a certain habit I have after I’ve experienced a crazy dream. Perhaps because I’m an external processor, or perhaps because I find writing therapeutic, or perhaps simply because I’ve tricked myself into thinking that this helps, I find comfort in writing out the dreams that I can remember shortly after I’ve dreamed them.  It is my belief that when I write out these dreams one of two things happens:  1) If the dream was pleasant, I have something to remember it by days, weeks, or even years later, or 2) If the dream is unpleasant (which is more often the case), I deal with it and move on.  I actually do think that when I write out my nightmares, they revisit me less frequently. {Insert laughter from sisters.} Continue reading “The Stuff of Dreams”