That time I got over myself and talked to a stranger. Last summer, I saw another seminary student stop and talk with her, offer her food, and check to see how she was doing. When it happened, I was stunned. I was starting to lose my nerve.

Just one pot and pan, pen and pad wielding mama trying to figure out the work-life balance. My first epiphany occurred when I was stuck on bedrest. Women fight and call each other names. Women are loud and lewd. Women, but also on me in some way. I pushed away the remote and those feelings, and vowed to stop watching.

Sábado, 11 de junho de 2011. Uma das marcas de saúde mental de uma pessoa é a sua capacidade de variedade de temas, interesses, assuntos e uma abertura total para tudo que seja humano e vida. Portanto, a maior marca de saúde mental é a alegria de ser, amar, conhecer, e participar da vida, fazendo isso com amor e bom senso; e sem medo da dor, especialmente da dor do amor. Vícios mentais, portanto, são como uma cobra que se alimenta do próprio rabo! Assim, aprendendo com Jesus.

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The moment we were in. Today, my beloved Pilot G-2 05 pen. There is really nothing quite like a good fine tipped pen. The moment we were in. The imperatives of the body.