Jewish, Muslim, and Christian women basked in 48 hours of meaningful sensations - a phenomenon I pray was captured by the cameras for the world to see.
On Yom Kippur, we're handed a clean slate. Possibly the greatest gift that cancer gave me was a renewed desire and ability for forgiveness regardless of who was at fault.
The minute you have cancer, you’re either a survivor or a casualty, and, at worst, a victim. Don’t give me...
An immersion in a mikvah is done without any clothing, so that there is no barrier between the skin and the water. Though Linda was the one immersing, I also felt exposed.
It may seem twisted to have a love affair with death. People are afraid to die yet afraid to live. You cannot deal with your pain or with fear unless you're willing to live through it and I've experienced the contractions of giving birth to happiness in the face of agony.
We can live life with the focus on the inevitability of death... or we can live life with hope.
I have many reasons for sharing my journey… some of them I’m only discovering as I go. Spiritually and emotionally,...
I suited up in my protective camouflage and allowed myself to fly away into the spiritual arms of God. I swore...
My father would never come back. I never got to say goodbye. Was it all my fault?
The only things that matter are intangible. Faith. Love. Laughter. Tears. What makes me sweat and what makes me shiver.
