Reporter: Tylenol use among pregnant women has actually gone down over the last 10 years, but autism rates have gone up. This huge study last year found there was no correlation in terms of cause and effect between Tylenol and autism.
My mother died in an unexpected accident at her home on Friday night in Baltimore.
I want to take a brief moment to honor her life.
She was admitted into the first ever female class at John’s Hopkins (a huge accomplishment, because before that, it was men only).
She ran a private eye surgery practice for years.
She went to Africa multiple times to operate on entire villages to literally heal the blind.
She helped anyone who didn’t have money - despite never having much of her own.
She gave her life to Christ when she was 42, and never looked back. She lived in God’s grace.
For the few who knew her, you know she was incredibly intelligent, kind, and unyielding in her faith and values.
She also loved me fiercely despite her difficulty showing it.
But she was always proud. Always available. Always genuine. And truly did not care what anyone thought besides Jesus.
Also…
She was a great stay at home movie date. We’d get double features on the weekends. And I’d get to pick one candy.
She was a great cook and liberal with her use of butter. I only found out as an adult that the proper way to make Mac n cheese was not simply “melt a stick of butter then add noodles & powder.” This method also applied to eggs, steak, most other things worth eating.
She could hold her liquor like a champ and was always down for a good time.
On her good days - she was honestly wonderful to be around.
That being said, she was also a terrible driver. She was disorganized, clumsy, could not remember where she put her keys, wallet, phone, shoes or whatever she was looking for - ever.
And she’d argue about anything.
And that was Florence.
No matter what you thought of her, she was consistent. And she bent for no one.
Florence was a ball of goodness that struggled to deal with the world around her. She suffered her own demons. And near the end was in great mental and physical pain.
Now that she has passed, her pain has ended. And she can finally reunite with her Creator.
I hope her worldview is right and she is welcomed home in His arms with a message we’d all want: “well done my good and faithful servant.”
Maman, I will miss you.
People following a combination of healthier habits slowed typical age-related cognitive decline — achieving scores on brain tests as if they were a year or two younger, researchers reported in JAMA and at the Alzheimer’s Association International Conference. https://t.co/gZ91KBlept
I’m not writing this as a fan, but as a dad. A football-loving, middle-aged man who’s watched the noise online grow louder and uglier. And I can’t stay silent anymore.
I’m talking about Taylor Swift. Not her fashion or fame, but the way people grown adults mock her simply for cheering, smiling, and showing up for someone she loves. That’s what bothers you?
Our kids notice. Daughters hear the jokes about “too much Taylor.” Sons learn from the eye-rolls about which women society chooses to ridicule for being visible and joyful.
Here’s the truth: Taylor Swift has earned over 300 awards, including multiple Grammys. Her Eras Tour added nearly $5 billion to the U.S. economy. She donates to food banks in every city she visits, quietly and without asking for applause. Her lyrics are studied at the world’s top universities, not because she’s famous, but because she’s brilliant.
And when a radio DJ assaulted her and sued her, she didn’t hide. She counter-sued for one symbolic dollar, won, and reminded young women everywhere: you matter, and your voice matters.
So no, I’m not a fan because of her music. I’m a fan because she uses her platform with strength, dignity, and purpose. Our daughters deserve better. Our sons need to learn that kindness, success, and womanhood are never reasons for ridicule. Via~Nature Mind
“𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆” 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had his hand in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel,
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled –
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?
Keanu Reeves once said:
"I’m at the stage in life where I stay out of arguments. Even if you say 1+1=5, you’re right. Have fun."
Here are 9 things I learned from him: