July 16, 2018 KimHarms

Okay, I don’t really have an office. I work at my kitchen table, on my back deck, on the couch and sometimes when I’m feeling exceptionally lazy, on my bed in my pjs. (In fact, I’m still wearing my pjs right now. Shhh…don’t tell anyone.) Corey and I, along with our two oldest boys and my mom, will be spending a week in Haiti. Mom and I will teach sewing classes and Corey and the boys will be putting a roof on a house. This will be my 4th time in Haiti, Corey and Mom’s 2nd time, and Carter and…

June 19, 2018 KimHarms 2Comment

Thursday, June 14, 7:15 a.m. The storm has turned the highway into a river. White-knuckled and blinded by the pounding rain on my windshield, I want to be anywhere but here. I pray for the rain to stop. This is what fear feels like. Friday, June 15, 8:15 a.m. My stagnant little creek bed has turned into a soothing babbling brook. I sit on the makeshift wooden bridge, my feet dangling above the sand and rocks. This is exactly where I want to be. I thank God for the beauty. This is what peace feels like. I have a million…

June 12, 2018 KimHarms 2Comment

We have sent FREE mastectomy pillows to individuals in 39 states and medical centers in four states. My mom and her friends (The Bosom Buddies) get together regularly to sew pillows to give to women in need. In fact, they have a sewing day planned this week. The lovely woman pictured above is one our our pillow recipients. She received her pillow through the Hoffberger Breast Center in Baltimore, Maryland. If you or someone you know could use these pillows, you can find a contact form on my FREE MASTECTOMY PILLOWS page. (Please remember to include a mailing address with…

May 28, 2018 KimHarms

  (I originally wrote the following post about freedom and sacrifice for inspireafire.com last year. I thought Memorial Day was an appropriate time to publish a slightly revised version.) Keith. That’s the name of my dad’s best boyhood friend. It’s also my brother’s name. My brother carries Keith’s name because Keith Kahlstorf was only allowed to carry it for a short time. The Vietnam War took his life when he was barely out of his teens. I’m sure he didn’t want to die. His family didn’t want him to die. My dad didn’t want him to die.  But as that…

May 22, 2018 KimHarms 4Comment

I was 40 and already had a head of prematurely gray hair (I hide it well) when Dr. Testroet called with the crappy cancer news, but the following words from Jen Wilkin’s 27-year-old experience ring true inside of me. Once you hear a cancer diagnosis, you can’t unhear it. Even with successful treatment, it changes the way you number your days. I had been given an opportunity not many 27-year-olds could claim: the opportunity to count each of my days as precious. Any illusions I might have had that this life would last forever were effectively removed. I learned a…