Mom sent the innocent text on January 28th. From the warm and safe distance of sunny Arizona, it popped up on my screen - "No blog since December?"I paused to breathe, and basically responded "WINTER." Because on January 28th, when it was some combination of zero degrees and dark and
Take me baaaaaack. Last month I took an Ashley Sabbatical and flew to L.A. for some sunshine and a two day Rob Bell workshop. It was just what I needed. And in true Ashley fashion, I managed to squeeze in a treatment and a few hours of bliss
I keep getting mail addressed to: Ashley Smith President Milagro And it makes me giggle every time, so I'm totally using it. Let me tell you a story, as we're approaching five years of Milagro (officially on September 3rd! I cannot even handle this.) We'd been open less than two
A few evenings ago, I pulled up to a stoplight and looked into the car on my left. There in the front passenger seat was a young woman. With a baby. On her lap. I was riding alone so I can't be sure, but I think I audibly gasped. I
One of the lowest points I can remember from cancer treatment had nothing to do with me. I was only a witness. 8am in the cancer center found me waiting for appointment number six billion when I overheard the couple sitting behind me. I don't know what they looked like.
The question typically comes just a few minutes into small talk with a stranger. And it stops the convo cold. Them: "Do you have kids?" Me: "No" SCREEEEEEEEECH. *crickets* *whippoorwill* *incredibly awkward silence* I try to bail them out with, "I have dogs instead, they're much easier." But the damage