ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
I grew up on the doorstep of Hollywood and Orange County, the beauty capitals of the world. When out-of-state friends visited, they were stunned by the “beauties per capita” of my neighborhood. I’m not sure if it was this saturation of perfectly curated faces and
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the corner on the market of suffering.” Nor does cancer define me. (In fact, it’s one of the shorter chapters in my life’s story.) So I’m often hesitant to overemphasize or
The Woman in the Mirror tells me I’m almost 44. Which is crazy because just yesterday I was 33. And the day before that I was 22. But there’s no denying it: once-covert wrinkles now flaunt themselves; previously perky-and-woke skin now slumbers. It’s all kinds
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 was 25 years old when I scored my dream job—working as an editor on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. After growing up in California, I fell head-over-heels in love with the East Coast and decided I’d stay put. Until I landed in the ER at
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her slow and kind. She loved writing notes of encouragement even though her handwriting was chicken-scratchy and sloped down the page. And Earl Roland. He was a hunched old man who loved
I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one son, and he’s just four years old. But it doesn’t take experience to know what I’m about. I am raising a warrior. I’m not called to raise a cute conversation
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor minimize the importance of modern medicine and psychiatric help that is available to those who suffer. I always encourage those who struggle with depression to seek professional support.** Depression first
I grew up on the doorstep of Hollywood and Orange County, the beauty capitals of
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the
The Woman in the Mirror tells me I’m almost 44. Which is crazy because just
Four months ago I found a lump in my breast. And the Spirit clearly said,
I was 25 years old when I scored my dream job—working as an editor on
I’ll never forget Miss Moss, with her Coke-bottle glasses and a disability that left her
I don’t write much about motherhood because I don’t know much yet. I have one
**This article in no way intends to address the complex matters of mental health nor
