On Super Bowl XXXIII and Being Un-American (Humor)
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On Super Bowl XXXIII and Being Un-American (Humor)

It was Super Bowl XXXIII, the championship game between Denver and Atlanta. I was the hostess with the mostest until the 3rd quarter. Then, something happened that resulted in me being called “Un-American” for literally the only time in my life. I still don’t understand why everyone turned on me but I laugh every time…

The Beauty of Scars

The Beauty of Scars

I have had two major abdominal surgeries along with a dozen or so other incisions, scrapes, cuts, and bumps. They make my skin darker or lighter. They change the texture of my birthday suit from satin to sand. My scars draw attention to themselves as if to say, “Look at me! I made it through!”…

Under the Radar

The problem with living your entire life “under the radar” is that the safety of never being seen or heard is also the risk of never being seen or heard. In order to maximize the impact of your achievements, you must be willing to take the chance that others will know when you fail. #failforward