I would play elevator operator in my closet, standing inside the closet, closing the door, sliding it open and announcing the floor number and whatever I dreamed up would be sold on that floor.
Sleep? Can You Make It Happen?
We lay our heads down, and somehow magically, we become unconscious, and we are sleeping.
I’m Not Who I Used To Be
I don’t even know that girl who wrote those words. But, they were my words back then.
When God Says No . . . .
I was stunned. I really thought God was opening a great big door for me. Now it just slammed shut.
Nobody Wants My Stuff
Sometimes we hold onto things just because it has some “meaning” that if we really think about it, is not in the object itself.
Losing Friends Too Soon
I remember one particular email when she asked the question of how sick does one have to be to get to the the top of the transplant list.
Andrea Unsinkable 