I haven’t written in a very long time. I haven’t had the words. I haven’t felt the purpose. I used to pour my heart out into these pages and post the blog on social media for friends and followers to read and share. It helped to have an outlet, to...
This is my letter to Mason. I originally posted this on September 1, 2013, three months after losing my son to suicide. It popped up in my Facebook reminders today, and I wanted to share it again to give my friends and followers some insight into the Grief journey and...
If a man is poisoned and dying in a restaurant, he won’t sit quietly in the corner of the room. He won’t modestly put his head down while the poison overtakes and kills him. He’ll sputter and froth at the mouth and clutch the arm of the person closest to...
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...
This morning, a friend wrote a very vulnerable, broken post on Facebook. She has recently been diagnosed with cancer and every doctor’s appointment reveals more and more terrifying news. She has the bravest faces I’ve ever seen. She has one for every day, one for every outfit, one for every...
I took my niece to a movie today. It wasn’t for her. She is on vacation from school and probably bored out of her mind but I invited her to a movie just because I wanted to go. I’m supposed to be working, I am. I work. I just do...
The sad truth is that we are losing our kids, friends. Losing them. We will never, ever get them back. We must stop this now, today. We must start the conversation in our homes, our schools, our youth groups. We must look our kids in the eyes and see them...
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...
This weekend is kind of a big deal. My stomach knows it. The butterflies are fluttering about, vying for my attention, tickling at my awareness. My intestines also know it (TMI?). Sometimes they get a little nervous before an event, which I suppose is a good thing because it keeps...