What the Scale Told Me About My Self Worth

“Step on the scale,” the nurse said cheerily. “Do I have to?” I silently protested on the inside. Bundled in necessary winter layers, I tried to tell myself whatever number came up was the result of my seasonal fashion choices. I knew better. I knew that the few...

The Message I Found in a Bottle

I raised my hammer above the unsuspecting bottle wrapped in several layers of thick paper bags. A plastic bag was the outer layer. With one swooping motion, I swung down hitting the bottle. Thud. Nothing more. It took several strikes before the impact shattered the...