On the drive home from school a couple of weeks ago, my 8-year-old daughter was nearly in tears. She had learned about Haiti and how many of the people live in extreme poverty. Being eight, she doesn’t always get things 100% right. Case in point, she told me that they have slaves and the slaves have to beg for food. Her class wrote letters to be sent to some Haitian children through a charity the school partners with. I still have no idea what my daughter actually wrote, but she told me what she “couldn’t” write about. Apparently she couldn’t tell them about any of our jobs because then they would think that we were slaves. She identifies her dad as being in the Army (despite the fact that he was only enlisted for 8-years, which ended about 9-years before she was born — no acknowledgement of his career for the past 17-years). The Army is too full of death and gore for her to write about. Her older brother works at a golf course, but telling them that he cleaned carts would certainly make them think we were slaves. Apparently I don’t work. I find her logic amusing.
Two days later, we volunteered at Feed My Starving Children. This was planned before her story, but the timing was perfect. This organization sends food to various locations around the world where people don’t have enough to eat. As volunteers, we get to package the food to be shipped. It turns out that the food that we helped to package was going to Haiti!
I stumbled upon the recipe for the 2nd best face wash in the world. It seems so very counter-intuitive though, I was scared to try it for quite a while. But I saw it a second or third time in different locations, so had to give it a-go. It’s so inexpensive, it nearly pays you to use it. I no longer need face lotion and my pores are probably cleaner, thus smaller looking, than they’ve been since before I started experiencing acne as a teenager.
My process: I rub a liberal amount of the face wash onto my dry face. Next, I run hot water and use my wash cloth to give myself a short steam bath. Then, I rinse the wash cloth and use it to gently rub the face wash off my face. At the end, I splash some cold water on my face for good measure. I’d like to do this morning and night, but I’m happy if I remember one or the other each day.
So, what is this magic face wash? It’s a mixture of 50% Extra Virgin Olive Oil and 50% Castor Oil! No lie. If you have oily skin, you may change the ratio to include more Castor Oil; dry skin users could change the ratio to include more Extra Virgin Olive Oil.
Since I’m claiming this is the SECOND best face wash in the world, you’re probably wondering what the first place face wash consists of. The answer is……wait for it……I don’t know! If you claim to know, or have other simple, inexpensive options, let me know in the comments.
Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala
If you like to read in public places, don’t read Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala. Your eyes will leak without warning and your body might start shaking. This woman lost both her parents in the Tsunami that hit Sri Lanka December 26, 2004. And her husband. And her two wonderful boys. She could have easily died as well, but somehow survived with minimal injuries. After knowing the fate of her family, especially of her children, she wanted to die and I could feel her every emotion through the retelling of her story. In so many heartbreak stories, the author seems to recover and regain all that was lost, just in a different form. Not this book; it is incredibly raw with no happy ending. She eventually begins to enjoy life again, but it takes a long time with continual struggles. As of the writing, she hasn’t remarried or had additional children. She just learns to get through the days, weeks, months and years without everyone that previously made up her world. A truly compelling story.