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When Our Grief Overwhelms

Last night I sat on an open field watching my daughter play soccer with a gorgeous sun and cool breeze filtering onto me. Perfect evening. Except my mind focused on my friend’s son who I knew was close to his last breath.

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What I Didn’t Know in 1996

My husband and I achieved twenty years of marriage this week. As each anniversary arrives, I can’t wait to celebrate, feeling victorious and proud. But if you told me in 1996 the lessons I had ahead of me, I might have reconsidered the wedding.

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All People are Not Created Equal

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” – Declaration of Independence

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Silent Living Victims

My abortion did not occur at Planned Parenthood or a county clinic. It happened in the late 80’s at a well-established suburban hospital. An obstetrician who delivered living babies on the side performed the procedure.  At least, that’s what he called it. The nurse was a neighbor on my street.

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Surrendered Dreams

I had arrived. After birthing four kids in less than five years and safely seeing the twins to their second birthday, I declared myself ready to live again. The treadmill became my evening companion, helping me shed ten pounds over the long winter.

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There is Love in the Grounds

I was in Orlando at a conference with my hottie hubby. For two mornings, Paul had coffee waiting for me when I woke. My heart was full. The gesture spoke love to me. To this java loving, non-morning person, it really was a big deal. I felt cherished and cared for.

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Grey is a Dangerous Color

Sometimes I prefer having things black and white, like what time the babysitter will show up or how much the sheet cake from the local bakery will actually cost. Sometimes I prefer shades of grey, like am I actually a size ten (I know one designer who says so) or am I an awesome writer (I know at least my mom thinks so.) But grey can be a dangerous color. 

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Satan’s Got a Bat

She knew she was being ridiculous, but her emotions knew no bounds. She’d rise in the morning, ready to face the day. Morning coffee and journal in hand, birds chirping while she poured words onto paper, gaining a solid grasp of the mental game. She was loved. She was not a failure.

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