Every day without my son is difficult. The ninth and tenth of each month are harder. When these days fall on a Saturday or Sunday,…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Every day without my son is difficult. The ninth and tenth of each month are harder. When these days fall on a Saturday or Sunday,…
Homer’s Iliad tells of a man, Sisyphus, forced to roll a boulder up a hill in the depths of Hades for eternity. Each time the…
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…
The morning sun already high in the clear sky has me soaking in the warmth. I watch my playful daughter splashing in the lake and…
During this current viral outbreak, I often read people’s comments about their “New Normal” for the last two months. Two months?! I have lived with…
The further down this road I go, the further away I get from who I once was. I am moving forward but not toward what…
Today is 20 months, 610 days, since Caleb died. Five months ago today I posted Tattoo Dissection: Memorial for Caleb. I had planned to do…
Job replied: “I’m not letting up—I’m standing my ground. My complaint is legitimate. God has no right to treat me like this— it isn’t fair!…
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…
It has been 19 months since Caleb died and I am still grieving. It feels like 19 years except sometimes it feels like it has…