“I saw a spirit of heroism rise up from what appeared to be regular teenagers in the Columbine library, students who helped each other escape with little to no thought about their own personal safety.” –Over My Shoulder, Chapter 5 People were escaping for freedom, and I was lying critically injured in a pool of blood, somehow still breathing after…
20 years. Crosses with pictures of those lost. Tears. I’ve lived with this ‘new normal’ longer than I lived with the old one. Sometimes the day of April 20, 1999 feels like a lifetime ago. Actually, it is longer than the lifetimes of 12 of the 13 people whose lives were stolen too early that day. Honestly, I did not…
I’m a gift-lover. I certainly never mind receiving one, but I find so much joy in carefully wrapping a thoughtfully chosen present for someone else. The best gifts to me are the ones given unexpectedly, and without any reason other than thoughtfulness. There is one gift, though, that has truly captured what it means to ‘give’ and how lucky I…
Five years ago, I was on the hunt for a white farmhouse table to use as our everyday table in the kitchen. I found some beautiful pieces, but wasn’t able to spend the $600-700. Instead, my ever handy husband Patrick found a table for $10. What? He told me the rectangular table had a large crack that extended from one…
