What It Takes To Choose Marriage

What It Takes To Choose Marriage

Marriage is a crazy thing. Two imperfect people attempting to create a perfect life in an imperfect world. Two real human beings longing for a fictional happily-ever-after. And maybe that’s where the hang-up begins. Happily-ever-after is often mixed with more...
When Grief Rings Your Doorbell…….Always Open The Door

When Grief Rings Your Doorbell…….Always Open The Door

When I climbed into our attic the day after Thanksgiving, I had no idea what was going on just outside our front door. As I tossed down one childhood memory after another – Pokémon cards Stuffed animals Random toys I didn’t realize a new memory was forming...
Giving Thanks for The Place of Great Unknowing

Giving Thanks for The Place of Great Unknowing

I read this phrase in a book recently – The Place of Great Unknowing Have you been here? Or been forced to visit by things far from your control? There’s very little in this place of great unknowing that feels familiar. Like the edge of the ocean, the...
“But I Liked the Chapter We Were In”

“But I Liked the Chapter We Were In”

It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I’m not sure if I’ve stayed away for fear of what my fingers might type, or for fear of what they may try to avoid..….. The truth is…… Words matter to me. And once I start writing, I release...
My House of Mixed-Up Seasons…………..

My House of Mixed-Up Seasons…………..

They weren’t hiding……. but they weren’t supposed to be on display either. Hints of Christmas…… Reminders of winter. They somehow missed the packing up of seasons long past. And my friends discovered them this weekend. How had I...
I’d Rather Travel Alone

I’d Rather Travel Alone

Paths – they’re always leading me. And their dusty trails, covered in leaves, may try but just can’t hide the truth, someone’s been this way before. So I walk, unsure of where I’m headed, but convinced I’m going in the right...
Learning How To Let Go And Still Be Mom

Learning How To Let Go And Still Be Mom

Diapers. Long nights with little sleep. Never-ending laundry. It’s hard to even remember all the things that used to be part of my motherhood story. _____________________ Like the voices of my children floating through the house, the memories of things that once...
Because, Like Actions, Words Speak Too

Because, Like Actions, Words Speak Too

‘ I’ll never forget the day I met Davi, one of Luke’s closest college friends. His smile was the first thing I noticed. His Brazilian accent was a close second. His sweet way of calling my daughter “First Lady” made me smile so big. I...