We Are the Sum of Our Choices

A stop sign. A rainbow. An intersection. One forces you to put on the brakes, one shows you the beauty after a storm, and one presents...

I have never in my life had a green thumb. In fact, my thumb is black as midnight. People give me live plants and flowers and I admire...

I was in the car yesterday with my youngest son, Jacob, and we were talking about the scar on the back of my hand. It's a new one - I got it from a cut a few weeks ago when I was carrying a TV downstairs and caught the corner of it on my hand. I was lamenting about my scar and how ugly it was, holding it up against the sunlight. He simply looked at me and said, "Mom, it's part of you now, you just need to accept it. Scars represent where we've been." I know he's righ