
Suffering’s Invitation
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind its wrought-iron fence, a tourist with a camera. The second
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind its wrought-iron fence, a tourist with a camera. The second
In the past decade, going to the doctor has felt a bit like guzzling apple cider vinegar while walking barefoot on hot coals. Not exactly
Yesterday felt heavy and strange as we closed the door on 2018. What a year. Twelve months ago today, I was recovering from the first
At the risk of sounding morbid—I hope I’m buried with this Love List someday. I was 20 years old when I compiled this collection of
Well, tomorrow is Round 12, my final chemo infusion. It was three months ago today that I went in for my first infusion, with a
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said, “This lump is a gift.” ~ ~ ~ This summer
I just spent an unforgettable week in Oxford, England, whisked away by the articulate pen of Carolyn Weber. It’s no easy task to hold my attention
As women, we really don’t ask for much. We’d just like to be healthy. Financially secure. Marry a great guy. See our children grow up
We met when we were gangly 8- and 9-year-old girls. Our small church and a mutual love for rollerskating were the only bonds we needed to
I found it buried in a dusty old box of files, wedged between nondescript folders like “Wells Fargo” and “Car Repairs.” How did something so
I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind
In the past decade, going to the doctor has felt a bit like guzzling apple
Yesterday felt heavy and strange as we closed the door on 2018. What a year.
At the risk of sounding morbid—I hope I’m buried with this Love List someday. I
Well, tomorrow is Round 12, my final chemo infusion. It was three months ago today
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said,
I just spent an unforgettable week in Oxford, England, whisked away by the articulate pen of
As women, we really don’t ask for much. We’d just like to be healthy. Financially
We met when we were gangly 8- and 9-year-old girls. Our small church and a mutual
I found it buried in a dusty old box of files, wedged between nondescript folders