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 time, I visited at the invitation of a congressman’s wife, who gave me a private tour. On my third visit,
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 my idea of fun. Thursday’s appointment was no exception—bad news again. Not necessarily cancer, but a complicated cocktail of issues
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 of several surgeries and staring chemo in the face. I’d already spent five months hopping from one doctor’s office to
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 God’s promises, and I’ve returned to it time and again in the two decades since. Its truths have held me
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 head full of hair and a cancerous tumor bigger than a golf ball. It was nine months ago that I
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said, “This lump is a gift.” ~ ~ ~ This summer was the first time in a decade that I felt well. I started sleeping, I had energy, the aches and
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 captive for 450 pages, but this book did just that. In her memoir, Surprised by Oxford, Weber invites the reader to journey
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 into amazing adults. Be successful at work. Get stuff “right” along the way. We want people to love us and
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 forge a simple friendship. Had you asked us back then if we’d still be friends 32 years later, Karen and
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 precious get stuck here? I wondered. Eleven pages of single-spaced type . . . typed on her computer. My grandmother
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
