Posted on November 23, 2015
I remember the first Thanksgiving without him. The first real holiday we would gather and my husband of 25 years, and father to our three sons, would not be there. He died almost 5 months before. And I felt nowhere near ready to face a family holiday such as this. Advertisements
Posted on October 12, 2014
This quote. Full of beautiful and hopeful and hard and stark naked and trying and falling and being and still standing and rejoicing :
Posted on March 29, 2014
I lied on Instagram. OK, maybe it wasn’t a total lie. But it wasn’t the whole truth either. When I posted a photo of the sign pictured here that hangs above the door in my garage,
Posted on September 7, 2012
As a guest blogger on Dylan Dodson’s blog this week, I shared briefly my story of losing Roger and how one thing I desperately needed was the one very important thing I was so graciously given.
Posted on January 7, 2012
This week: “Our Savior kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror,
Posted on June 5, 2011
It was an enchanting, sweet wedding. The bride was beautiful. The groom handsome. The ceremony honored God and expressed the couple’s love very lovingly.
Posted on November 14, 2010
It is hard not to try and overcompensate. It is hard not to try and be everything your children’s dad can no longer be in their lives. It is hard to remember, and accept, that I am not called to be both a father and mother to my boys. It is hard to rest in the truth […]