Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone. One of my favorite things about Caleb was his dry wit that dripped…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone. One of my favorite things about Caleb was his dry wit that dripped…
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
A few days ago I read something which made me stop. It made me want to hear what her next point would be. When your…
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…
A clean-cut young man wearing khakis and a polo shirt rolls up my driveway on a motorized scooter. He appears to be twenty-three or a…
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…
I have wrestled with this blog post while trying to decide if I should write on this topic yet again. People seem to not be…
I am not well. I have said this many times but each time things are worse; much worse. I hate saying this. It feels like…
After spring break, I went with friends to a park near the college. We told of our adventures during break and lamented over classes restarting.…
Do I choose to wake up every day and grieve? No! I wake up every day and know a part of me is missing. – Renee…