Mama, I see your owie. We're sitting in the van, her seat right behind mine. My cancer scar sits just above the neckline of my shirts, so if my hair is up in a top knot (every single day) my scar is right there, uncovered. As she's sitting behind me and I adjust positions, she notices … [Read more...] about the scar
Sometimes it feels like it's one thing after another after another. It can be the big things like the diagnosis, the job, the isolation, the unpredictable future. And it can be the ordinary things like the raising of babies, the alarm in the morning, the same conversation yet … [Read more...] about a prayer for the weary
It didn't seem to bother her until, of course, it did. My biggest girl, my four-year-old, had seen something that her little imagination twisted and turned into a cause for alarm, and suddenly she carried fear everywhere she went like a little pet. After she saw this scene in a whimsical, silly … [Read more...] about Peace. This is real.
The world whispered hope, freshly fallen snow blanketing the ground, covering it in fresh, in new, in a white promise that Christmas is coming. The little girls were noisy rowdy, wrestling over a wand, lost within the world of superhero princesses, unknowingly writing a story for themselves that … [Read more...] about How to Carry Hope When the World Feels Like It’s Getting Darker
It seems easier, doesn't it, when in a patch of hard to turn in, manage your emotions, control the situation. It seems like the world just tells us to power up and Do This Thing. When faced with life events, it seems that gut reactions tend to move us closer and closer to control or worry or fear … [Read more...] about a prayer for the day
I sat on the bed of the fancy hotel room in Charleston with a fussy newborn finally, finally, asleep next to me, coverage of the Pope in Philly on the tv in front of me, eating leftover cold pizza from room service the night before because that same fussy newborn prevented me from eating it the … [Read more...] about on doing hard things