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Be the Match. Please.

About a year ago I joined the registry for entirely selfish reasons.

I wanted to be a bone marrow donor because I wanted to make a difference in someone’s life. I wanted to give someone the gift of life without me having to die first for my organs to be donated. I didn’t know anyone who needed a bone marrow transplant. I was not personally invested in the outcome beyond wanting to be a change in someone's world.

Today, I am asking you to join for entirely selfish reasons.

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So Many Miracles

While today is a celebration of the resurrection of Jesus, God, the Father, most of my Easter memories center around my own father.

As little girls, my sister and I would go with our Daddy to services at the Unitarian Universalist Church. On Easter morning, she and I would pad barefoot down the steps that split the lower level in two, the dining room to the left, the living room to the right. We’d peer through the open wrought iron railing to the fireplace hearth, where the Easter Bunny had left baskets overflowing with a rainbow of jelly beans, giant, solid chocolate rabbits, and big chocolate eggs decorated with hard candy flowers and filled with creamy maple nougat.
As an adult living 3,000 miles from my Dad, I call him every Easter. Part of the conversation is always the same.

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Create Space

As a convert to Catholicism, this year is my ninth season observing Lent.

My Godmother, Saint Rene as she’s known around our house, taught me that Lent is not just about giving something up. Sacrifice comes in all kinds of ways, she would say. Give of your time, your routine, your comforts – it doesn’t have to mean 40 days with no caffeine or TV or video games. So I’ve tried to make her proud by always doing something a little out of the norm.

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Thank You for Surrendering Your Dog: A Love Letter

Two years ago today, with a leash in his hand and tears in his eyes, an older gentleman walked into the Inland Northwest Humane Society, and walked out without his best friend.

We know that man was in poor health. We know his sight was worsening. We know because of those vision problems, he was unable to fill out the paperwork himself. We were told he cried when he surrendered the animal he referred to as his “friendly, nice roommate.”

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41 Things: A Year of Somethings New

The year I was 31, I challenged myself to do 31 things I had never done before, and then made a painstakingly detailed scrapbook chronicling the year and the experiences. I have never done another scrapbook, but each year when it gets close to my birthday, I still try to reflect on the 365 days that have passed. Below are 41 things I did between my 41st and 42nd birthdays that were either for the first time, or for the first time in a long, long while.

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