I’ve been through some crap. Cancer. Twice. Married, divorced. Raised a teenager.  Sickness. Pain. Death of Loved ones. Loss of jobs, loss of friends. But nothing prepared me for this monstrosity. Four weeks ago, I was attacked by Vertigo. I spent not one, but two nights in the Emergency Room, vomiting while the room spun. … More When a Christian gets mad at God, OR When your own words come back to bite your butt