Last night I scoured the pantry for something to take away my nerves. Fortunately/unfortunately a bag of chocolate chip cookies called me to my death like a siren to sailors. The camera adds ten pounds, I said to myself. Wear black and get over it.
Today I will be interviewed with my mom on His Channel about Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Happiness (i.e. cancer, family, God). If you are tired of watching Jerry Springer reruns, organizing your office paper clip collection, or gauging your eyes out in board meetings, watch us on Today’s Faith with Cheryl Brodersen at 12:30pm (PST).
[PS: I’ll be the one in black, wiping chocolate chip crumbles from the corner of my lips]
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