Holding in my love for my son or my sorrow for losses would suffocate me. Instead, I choose to speak, to let my grief breathe, even as I wrestle with God over the why of it all.
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
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Where do you plan to be in five years? How many times have you answered this question during a job interview? They expect us to…
People have asked me to post more about what Caleb was like. I went through Caleb’s Twitter timeline and picked some tweets that help show…
It’s not just erasing your current pain that makes words of comfort land so badly. There’s a hidden subtext in those statements about becoming a better, kinder, and
Vultures ride thermals, circling, until they find their prey. They do not prey on the weak to kill, but wait to eat the dead in…
I have a hard time wrapping my brain around Caleb being gone for three years. The time is simultaneously like yesterday and an eternity. I…
A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. – Luke 10:30 I am like the Traveler. Stumbling down the road, weary from the long…
Here is a brutally honest truth most people do not know about me. I am not happy about this being true; it just is. I…
I am sorry it has been so long since I have written. A friend’s post about why she writes on suicide prodded me to come…
