“All five boys were together for the first time—but never where I had imagined. They ran around in circles on the cemetery grass, dashing in and out of headstones, their footprints sinking into the damp earth. The youngest two drove Matchbox cars along the top of the marker bearing their brother’s name.”
Read MoreThree ways to approach the holidays when gathering isn’t easy.
Read MoreA SHORT-BUT-TRUE STORY. The sky was dark, but not dark enough. I could see the weariness in my neighbor’s eyes as she told me about the breast cancer.
Read MoreHolding pain in the present is hard. There’s no formula for it. Sometimes all we can offer is our communal ache.
Read MoreWhat if what is hard is a pathway to grace? What if lurking in the suffering is something we didn’t know we needed—something that will make us whole?
Read MoreI can see it on the horizon. Billowing. Gray. Slowly inching closer and casting its shadow on the landscape. Not ominous or threatening, but returning faithfully like a dark cloud every year for the last nine years.
Read MoreI’d lobbed more than my fair share of questions and accusations at God, wondering why this natural thing that we wanted so badly was being kept from us. But that morning, all that emotion was crashing over me…
Read MoreThe vacuum their absence created was hard to handle, adding more loss to my already complicated emotions. But if I could go back, if I could have helped my friends understand what it’s like to go home from the hospital without my baby, here’s what I wish I could have said.
Read MoreAs a mother who was given her options, I know how pain can wreck a person. Life feels incredibly unfair and impossible sometimes.
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