The Five Stages of Grief
No matter what there is to say about grief, it's already been said. Still, this is new for us, so I am going to repeat them all. The Five Stages of Grief denial anger bargaining depression acceptance Denial The first week after dad died, I was mostly numb,...
On Gold: An Anniversary Post.
14 years together. 5113 days I’ve pledged myself to you, threading my heart to you in neat, tidy stitches meant to last a lifetime. They’ve been picked at, worried over, and stretched across the globe, but the line holds. Did you know the modern anniversary gift...
On Survivor’s Guilt.
I feel a little bit brittle today. It’s been all week, really. We lost another friend, a soldier, to suicide last weekend. We have other friends, many other friends, who’ve fought this particular battle and lived, but no one ever escapes this one unscathed. I...
I CHOOSE YOU
(A letter to my love, on Valentine's Day, but this could be any day." To my love, When I stood up in front of the ones who love us, just shy of fourteen years and a whole lot of memories ago, and said “I choose you,” - well, I meant it. But what I didn’t know, all...
Hello World
(I wrote this not quite a year ago as we were prepping for our move to Texas, and just found the draft. It feels appropriate to post it here when my anxiety flares and lately the world feels more terrifying and less beautiful) (June, 2018). Hello world. I watched a...
On Roots and Wings …
My oldest daughter is 11 now, halfway through the first year of middle school and sprouting her baby wings. If I’m being honest, it’s terrifying. I was meditating on that when I started a Bible study on Genesis (through my church) and we discussed how Moses wrote...
On Cultivating Roots
The bus stop crew was a haphazard gaggle of suburban stereotypes who never failed to defy them. In a modern twist, I was often outnumbered by the dads, bundling their kiddos off to school while mom was at work. The coffee was universal though. Big silver tumblers...
Indivisible – A Review
If you've followed this blog for any amount of time, you might remember I took a little trip to Hollywood to walk the red carpet, courtesy of Mom's Night Out, the incredible generosity of the Erwin brothers, and a dear woman with a heart for military spouses. (Who...
Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down
I’ve been quiet for a lot of reasons over the past few months. I haven’t written a word for myself. For reasons most of you know, or can guess. Moving is hard, transition is hard, new jobs are hard, and so it goes. But I will tell you this. In the midst of bearing...