Where would we be today without the examples of women whose stories have been weaved into the fabric of our nation’s history? It’s a question The National Women’s History Project is asking us to consider in celebration of Women’s History Month.
Because it seemed the newspapers and food labels were using a much smaller font, I saw an optometrist for an eye exam for reading glasses. Unfortunately, I received an unwelcome diagnosis….my dimming vision was being caused by cataracts.
You know things are bad when "phobophobia" (fear of fear itself) becomes one of 530 documented phobias now on record.
Many medical doctors agree that a large percentage of disease is rooted in fear and anxiety. These are also the biggest drivers of overdiagnosis and overtreatment, two chief causes of the upward spiraling cost of health care. Gilbert Welch chronicles and analyzes this phenomenon in his 2012 book Overdiagnosed: Making People Sick in the Pursuit of Health.
We often focus on gratitude during a holiday or special occasion, and doing so can fill that time with a special sense of purpose by stimulating feelings of joy and good will. But if gratitude is so good at those times, why shouldn’t every other day also be an opportunity to take a step back and become more aware of what we are grateful for?
In a recent column, I wrote about my escape from shoulder pain by the use of prayerful treatments. What I didn’t detail was the mental course correction that took place because of the treatment.
The day before the pain began, my wife and I were playing with Kirby, a small kitten we’d rescued off the street. During our playtime, the kitten bit my finger. I yelled, “Ouch!” And while I was staring at a spot on my finger, my wife looked at me, shook her head, and said, “For someone who heals others’ problems by affirming they are safe in God’s care, you’re sure making a big deal out of a little pain.”
Or is it? Perhaps things are not as black and white (or gold and white in this case) as we sometimes think.
The echoes of #dressgate continue to reverberate throughout social media. My son and I were sitting on the couch when he showed me the picture, on his phone, of the now infamous dress. He asked what colors I saw. I suspected a trick question, but answered truthfully, black and blue. It was obvious.