Seeing the Sweeter Side of Grief: Recognizing Rays of Sunshine for the Grieving Mama’s Heart

The day WILL come…   When you realize you haven’t cried in days When you are able to look at their photos and smile When you are so thankful to be their mom     When you feel a twinge of happiness amidst the tears, remembering how silly they used to be When you share… Read More

To All the Grieving Mamas, He Sees You

On those moments when you can’t get out of bed When the pain is so sharp this new life can’t possibly be real When you don’t recognize the woman in the mirror He sees you   When you are etched with wrinkles, appearing to age overnight When you have no strength to parent your other… Read More

The Hand in the Darkness That Held Me: The Heart of a Chaplain

Day in and day out, they put their own lives and families on hold, extending their hands to others. They are a shoulder to cry on, a gentle ear to listen. Irreplaceable servants that act selflessly comforting us during difficult times. They are seldom recognized and often overlooked until we are directly impacted.  Then, who… Read More

Yes, That’s My Scar-Let Me Tell You the Story.

Whether it’s the large scar on my leg resembling claw marks from the barbed wire fence when I was 17, the circular scar from the mole removed 15 years ago, or the jagged lines that reside on my upper arm from the car accident, scars tell stories of our challenges in life.   We remember the… Read More

Barely Breathing:10 Secrets to Surviving Loss of Your Child, Now Available!

So today is the day!! Lydia’s 11th anniversary in heaven. Bittersweet for sure. However, I’m so blessed my book is here.  Here is the amazon link! I would love to hear feedback from any of you who read this, via a review on Amazon and comment here too. When my sweet Lydia died, I had… Read More

The Road to the Sweeter Side

A look into my life eleven years ago, and now……… The hot July sun began to peek over the mountains when the kids awoke sluggishly. I prodded them to get moving quickly so we wouldn’t be late for work and preschool. The morning commute was thirty minutes in each direction and always resulted in stops… Read More