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Thirty minutes for thirty days.

Thirty minutes to write. Ponder. Hope. Imagine. Pray.

Thirty days to dream. Laugh. Encourage. Live. Pray.

Thirty minutes of writing for thirty days, all with the hope of donating enough money to help someone in need.

It could be your father or your mom. A sibling. A dear friend. The cashier at the market. Your mailman or dog groomer or the school crossing guard.

It could be you. Or me.

That’s the thing about life: you just never know what tomorrow will bring.

That’s why I’m supporting the American Cancer Society by participating in their 30 Minutes A Day In May Challenge. Write for thirty minutes each day for a month, and hope that some of you will support this endeavor by making a pledge to the ACS.

Cancer’s a horrible disease; we all know it. I don’t need to quote statistics, especially when I’m certain that most of the folks following along on this journey have experienced the fear and chaos on a first-hand basis.

And so I’ll simply say this: cancer stinks. Profound, I know, but there’s really no sense in trying to sugar-coat a disease that’s as pervasive and unrelenting as this one.

Feel free to join me here for the duration of May as I prattle on about life and love and family and why I am the way I am. If you feel so moved, please consider making a donation to the American Cancer Society. While I’m unsure if a cure will be found during the remainder of my life, I can and will pray that one be made available during the lifetimes of our next generation.

In the meantime, make yourself at home and comment as you see fit. Just try not to burn the place down.

And we’re off …

This begins our journey of a thousand words.

So to speak.

What this is, in reality, is our first blog post on our first website after publishing our first book and starting our first company.

It’s a lot to take in. Trust us, we know.

It’s taken a very long time for us to get to this point, but we held tight to the promises we made to each other so long ago: don’t ever give up, and never stop believing.

The truth be told, those aren’t even our promises. They’re Polly’s. We’re just blessed enough to be able to pick up the torch and carry on.

And we will. We are.

We’ve got plenty to tell you, so you’ll be hearing from us again soon. In the meantime, please know how much we value your support, your advice, and your friendship.

Welcome to the fun, folks.