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Memory is a funny thing. It can recall the most random of moments and erase the most necessary facts. It will remind you of what you wish you could forget and deny you the very thing for which your mind searches. Memory does what it wants, when it wants. Try...

I recently got to spend the day fangirling one of my favorite authors, Rob Bell, on the last day of his “How to Be” tour. I loved his book, How to Be Here, and my sweet friend surprised me with tickets to this event for my birthday. I’m not even...

For all the kiddos heading back to school, this post is for you. Feel those butterflies in your stomach? Use them. Those butterflies are energy just waiting to be applied. You can put them to good work today as you brave the ‘first day’ back to school. New teachers. New...

I heard an amazing song by Alanis Morissette today and was so struck by the lyrics that I immediately downloaded it and played it on repeat for the next hour. I love to dissect the lyrics to really hear what the artist is communicating in the song. Music can express...

Big day in America, the Fourth of July. Fireworks, barbeques, beer, pie, ice cream, tank tops, family, sunburns, and love… lots and lots of love. Smiles so big your face hurts at the end of the day. Sticky fingers on little hands. Popsicles that melt too fast and stain your...

There are moments in life that will send you to your knees, reeling with disbelief, begging for divine intervention. There are moments that will deliver a gut punch so powerful and so precise, that you will struggle to breathe for the rest of your life. There are moments so unbearably cruel, so...

I find myself on a plane quite often these days, which thrills my heart to no end. I’ve been making my escape ever since I was a little girl. Open door? I’m going through it. Open window? I’ll press myself up against the screen. I want out. I want to...

As other mothers sent their kiddos off to the first day of school today, I made my way to the place where my son died. I haven’t been there since Mason took his own life. I couldn’t go, couldn’t be there, couldn’t see where our lives ended. Until today. My friend’s...

I’ve been stuck on the topic of happiness lately, trying to figure out whether it is a choice or an involuntary feeling, a response to external circumstances. Can I just choose to be happy regardless of my situation? I’ve pondered the differences between happiness as an external response and joy...

Sometimes I don’t know what to write. I am consumed with sadness and who wants to keep reading about that? Then I remind myself that this blog is for me, and I need to get a few things out of my head, out of my heart, and onto paper so...