I snuck into the bathroom as though my presence might scare off the dream. There it sat on the counter, the thin piece of pink and white plastic that had let me down month after month. It took only the quickest glance to recognize the stark white disappointment of another negative result. It’s been one year, one miscarriage and one chemical pregnancy, and for each of those clusters of days in ... View Post
The Gift of Faith (How to Receive It)
After Noah’s injury as an infant, seizures ravaged his body for over a year. On his worst day he had 32; I remember not only because it was the highest number we’d seen but because the day before had been nearly perfect as we let him splash in the kiddie pool for the first time. After nearly a dozen medications failed him, desperation pushed us into action, and we started Noah on the Ketogenic ... View Post
The Summer of Sadness: A Hope for the Brokenhearted
Sometimes, in the midst of what should be holiday joy, we feel bound up by sadness. And scrolling through social media to see giant red, white, and blue hair bows; coordinating family portraits; and smiles bright like fireworks can make us feel as though our toes are sifting through ashes instead of beaches. If that is you, friend, I have been there. As I’m immersed in writing my memoir about ... View Post