I want you to all hear me. It is ok to be afraid. It is ok to be real. Let's connect on this and find hope together.

It sure has been a while. I wish I could say that I have been writing the book I’ve dreamed of writing, but I have not. Instead, I have...

Perception Perception: “intuitive understanding and insight” (dictionary.com). Funny how perception guides our minds. Such beauty in this...

There’s a bird nest in the wreath on my front door. I ponder just why that mama would build her nest in the midst of such busyness and...

The lotus flower is an ancient symbol of creation and rebirth. It is also a symbol of the sun. Its pure spotless petals close and sink...

My first post, Right Hand Work: Why I am Here, went into detail as to what prompted me to start this blog. The same hard circumstances...

The manager arrived, started correcting my gift card purchase and the lady behind me spoke up, “Hey, why did you get rid of all of the...

I carefully made that dough, but didn’t get to roll it out and make the cookies. I decided to freeze the dough until I could get to it,...

Late again, I hustled out of the family van on Sunday morning, still brushing my son’s hair, buckling my daughter’s shoe – no time to...

This picture was taken when my oldest was three, back when I had a newborn and days spent with his grandparents were filled with rocking...

* I do not want to talk about what happened in the past. I want to live in the present.* Clear enough? I thought so. The first few...

Just the day before my parents had visited with my aunt and uncle on their 70-acre farm in rural Virginia. The modest little house was...

Mercy. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy is what I cried out for Wednesday morning. Awaking very early due to my racing mind, I sipped my hot coffee...

I have had the gift of connecting with mothers in the midst of the greatest joy and the deepest pain. It is indeed a gift, one that I...

As I stripped that pantry of its obvious-to-everyone-else disorder, I began leaning in to the deep cleaning process of my equally as...

I am often asked, “Just why do you write?” I have struggled with answering this question for many years. I feel called by God? I want to...

In my furry, I glanced through the open blinds in our front room, across the three-day old snow-covered lawn and saw that man…scraping...

My eldest son, my saver of money, forwent all of the temptations that his younger brother fell captive to in that middle section of the...

I re-read my New Year’s post from last year and was reminded of my “oneword” for 2017, “abide.” Margaret Feinburg beautifully explained...

We were in the midst of heading to his guitar lesson, which was tucked neatly between picking up his sister from preschool, he and his...