I was asked to test out a software designed to enhance doTERRA sales and did so with a greater margin of success than expected. I was asked to call in on conference and consult on my use and recommendations, many of which were implemented. I sat through the testimonial shortly after and had a great... Continue Reading →
The Timbali Project – Style That Changes Lives
These aren't normal essential oil carriers; they're handmade in Africa by the Bomake, women who serve more than 3,000 orphans a day. The women are given a sewing machine , taught to sew and provided materials to make these essential oil clutches. One bag is equal to a day's wages, allowing them to continue to support and feed children in the Nation of Orphans.
The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 3) The Scheme
It wasn't until I made searing contact that I realized it was actually a rosebush. I hit the ground, torn and bleeding but free.
I didn't have time to feel pain or check my wounds, but I felt a large cut behind my ear and blood dripped from my pantleg cuff. Flesh wounds, I thought, trying to muster all my bad-assery. I crept around the house, reached under the steps for my shoes and when I grabbed them I began to run.
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Surrender
I reread the text over and over, but the words were clear on the screen. Barking a short laugh I dropped my phone slightly away from myself. This was beginning to scare me a little. What was I dealing with? Mental illness?
The Timbali Project is changing Swaziland’s economy; Here’s how
There's been some buzz in the air about something big happening in Swaziland - here's the exciting news! These are the Timbali women of Swaziland, Africa. Timbali means "flower" in SiSwati, and it's a fitting name for the Timbali women. They're beautiful, strong and joyful, but they live hard lives. Swaziland has the highest HIV/AIDS... Continue Reading →
The Journey Back from Gone
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
Grandpa’s Redemption
He harrumphed to the basement entrance and motioned for me to follow him downstairs.
Dirt. (part 2) Bless the Underwear
I'd jumped out of cars and windows, run away through blizzards and camped in woods and still, I'd been had.
An Addict’s Sacrifice
If word got to the wrong people in the shelter, I stood a high chance of getting stabbed for it.
