As you may have read here on my blog, my high school best friend, John, committed suicide. He was 16. Six.teen. I can't imagine the sadness a 16-year-old must have felt that would make him think suicide was the only way. I so often wish he'd had someone to talk to. Someone to offer him another path. Someone like To Write Love On Her Arms. TWLOHA, as it's often referred to by those in the know, is a non-profit organization that serves to provide hope and support to those struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. TWLOHA's mission is a thing of compassion and love. An excerpt: "You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters." (source).

TWLOHA has a comprehensive website offering facts about depression, suicide statistics, information about self-injury, and addiction. If you or someone you know is in need, TWLOHA provides a list of helplines.
To raise awareness, To Write Love on Her Arms sells TWLOHA shirts and has a TWLOHA Twitter as well as a To Write Love On Her Arms Facebook, which is updated with TWLOHA inspirational quotes each day. They also do TWLOHA speaking engagements.
TWLOHA could have helped my friend, John, and many others. it is my sincere hope that awareness is spread about this incredible and compassionate organization so that others don't have to lose their friend or family member.
For more information, please visit To Write Love On Her Arms and see what you can do to to spread their motto that "Love Is the Movement."
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UPDATE: Aunt Becky asked me to post the above on her new group blog Band Back Together and I'm truly honored. I combined the above with this post about my dear friend, John, and you can find it here.










I wanted to whip the ganache and fill the cupcakes with it (like the filling I used for the wedding cake), but I think the peanut butter and corn syrup may have worked to prevent the ganache from getting fluffy. It got partway there, but not enough that I was confident it wouldn't make the cake soggy. So I drizzled it on top, instead. Dan said they were just like giant Reese's cups. It's a good thing I bought manly gold foil cups to put them in. Everyone said they were delish, but I haven't heard from the birthday boy yet. I suppose that would be the only thing I'd want to see him at my desk for :)
