I’m going to tell you something that might surprise you coming from me. There are mornings I don’t feel like praying. There. I said it! If you’ve read this column for any length of time, you know that my faith is the foundation of everything. My family, my home, my work, the way I try
Well, folks. They did it to us again. That’s right. Daylight saving time has swooped in like it does every single year, stolen an hour right out from under us, and left us all stumbling around squinting at our phones, going, “Wait… what time is it actually?” I don’t know about you, but my body
I have been asked more times than I can count lately, “How are you feeling?” And I want you all to know that I am feeling absolutely wonderful. Truly. From the bottom of my heart, I am doing well and so incredibly grateful. Gratitude has a funny way of changing how you see the world.
One night last week, I was on the couch working on my computer. Between writing my Webb column each week and all my weekly client check-ins, I put in about 15-20 hours on my computer. I work a full day on Monday, and a half day on Wednesday. But sometimes I have to do things
Given that the past few weeks have been about sharing my health journey with you all, I wanted to express my gratitude before jumping into more stories. During COVID, and while you all were reading my crazy hospital story, I had so many of you reach out. Whether it was reaching out to my family
This part still gives me goosebumps. I was finally moved to a new room, and the nurse who helped me was an angel. She could tell how upset I was and felt horrible about everything that had just happened. I apologized for looking so awful and said I just wanted to wash my hair. As
