After spending the last few years working in the hospital, I’ve come to realize just Continue reading
You’re lying there and a slow awareness slips in. That pit has enveloped you again. It’s not comfortable here. Nor is it restful. Or healing. At all. This is not that delicious place where you want to stretch and linger as the new morning dawns. Continue reading
I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
Clearly little Ruby Wren was having none of it. She was tired. It was cold. And she’d heard we were going out for BBQ. Continue reading
Authenticity. Honesty. Substance. Realness. These words keep fighting their way to the surface this morning as I struggle with my jumbled-up thoughts. Continue reading
Meet Don Kemp. He came into my life when I was 9 years old and totally rocked my world. We blended two families, moved across country a few times, and went through life together. Continue reading
I probably should’ve known when that sneaky weariness smacked me from out of nowhere late Monday morning. Continue reading
I’ve been wrestling with this one for a few days now, not quite sure how to speak. It’s about pain. I hate it. I really, really just hate it. Between years of studying it, Continue reading
It was winter 2002 and our little family packed up our dog, hamster, two cats, and every tiny bit of our Mississippi charm as we headed out on a crazy 4-year adventure of living high in the Pocono Mountains of NE Pennsylvania. Continue reading
She would spin and twirl everywhere she went. She had dreams of dancing on her toes – high up on her toes – fluid with a quiet, elegant grace. Her eyes glowed with it. Her heart could see it. Her muscles craved it.