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Himalayan Salt & Wellness: This Stuff is Magic!

I lean on the side of caution when it comes to some of the stuff floating around the web.  But I was intrigued by Himalayan Rock Salt Lamps and other pink salt alternatives. Okay, yes, I love pink. Pegged me.  And, because my nose doesn’t work, and it is basically strictly for decoration, I use a lot of salt. Like a lot of salt. I only read articles that make claims that salt is good for you because I am …

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Skinny Jeans, Fat Knees: A Study in Self Loathing

Skinny Jeans, Fat Knees: A Study in Self Loathing Who here is ready for the skinny jean fad to go ahead and get on its way? The very term, “skinny jeans” is a play on everything that was meant to be good about jeans. My 16-year-old daughter looks fantastic in them. And while I am calling out “Amens,” what cruel fresh hot sauce is it that about the time a woman must lift her breasts up from around her waist …

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Hopelively for Women

Hopelively is a Facebook community for women who cherish wellness.  The group started by myself and Rebecca Huff of thatorganicmom.com is administrated by me, Rebecca, and Lorraine Reep of Grace and Graffiti. How can you benefit? Hopelively is a group designed to encourage women in all stages and wellness to seek Jesus in all things. Here is the great news is, no matter where you are in your health journey, whether highs or low… sickness and health, HE is ever …

Wellness: My Body vs. My Soul

Wellness: My Body vs. My Soul As I pulled up the little dirt road into the woods, my heart pounded in my chest.  “What am I doing?”  In the back seat of my jeep sat a suitcase, yoga mat, my briefcase, and a small purple kennel, with my latest familial addition, a rescue pup I named Whitley. I came seeking wellness. We are not wealthy.  I mean, we have everything we need, and then some, but this event, it is …

Lost Marbles, Chronic Illness, & The Father’s Love… 3

Lost Marbles, Chronic Illness, & The Father’s Love…

“Baby boy, what are you looking for?” I inquired of our youngest vandal son, Charlie. Charlie was digging deep in a toy bucket, tossing this and that over his shoulder. “Maaawbles.” Fully aware there were no “maaawbles” in the house as they pose a serious choking hazard to our baby foster-love, I assure him, “Charlie, there are no marbles in here.” Frustrated he flopped to his bottom and let out an exasperated sigh.  “I fink I wost my maaawbles, and …

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Self-Care… Yeah Right

Our foster-love was sick last week.  Of all the things I love… I love her.  To serve this baby, to love her gives new life to a weary soul, but even I have my limits. So we went to the doctor. And the baby wouldn’t sit on the scale. No matter how much we tried, she wouldn’t let go of me. She had a fever. She was miserable. I chirped, “She weighs 21-pounds, I know she does.”  But the nurse …