ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
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
As I did in 2021, I’m posting some of the email updates I send to friends and family. I typically edit these down a bit for public consumption—but I share them here with the hope that they will encourage you as you walk through your
If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In fact, the pace we keep is a cultural phenomenon of sorts—one that most of us aren’t equipped to handle well. Our ever-present phones make us daily, instantaneously available to hundreds,
Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices have stories to tell of it. (It’s that kind of hike. It’s that kind of hill.) While I didn’t hike nearly as far as some, I spent 34 years on
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
Seven years ago I sat in a coffee shop, looking across the table at a handsome man named Eddie. He was not quite a stranger to me, due to weeks of long phone conversations and shared group activities—but he was a huge risk. And I
If you know me, you’ve heard me say again and again, “Cancer doesn’t have the
If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In
Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices
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
Seven years ago I sat in a coffee shop, looking across the table at a
