The other night I was watching TV with my husband, Mike, and a commercial for a tooth-whitening product came on. Now, I confess, I miss the point of a lot of commercials. Often I require Mike to translate because my brain doesn’t work well with 30-second storylines. In this commercial, a stunning woman did the “tissue test”: holding up a white tissue see if her teeth are as white as they could be. ... View Post
Does Your Perspective Need an Autopsy?
I spent the last couple days in a small courtroom in a quant little town in Maryland attending the second trial of a woman accused of shaking 9-month-old Trevor Ulrich to death in 2009. If you’re new to my blog or to my history, you might wonder what brought me there. If you’re not, you know exactly why I was there. Or maybe you’re wondering why this woman is on trial in 2017 for the death of ... View Post
Jesus and the Colorblind Conference
Over the weekend my husband and I had the privilege of leading several workshops at the National Capital Christian Education Conference in Maryland, just outside of Washington, DC. We had each spent weeks writing our own material and seeking out God to help us balance our testimony and teaching His truth. We are filled with a unique kind of satisfaction (and exhaustion) after the two days of ... View Post
The Bunk Bed Confession
I have two boys. One just turned eight. (That’s Noah, our miracle baby.) Our second son is Avry, and he’s turning seven tomorrow. Are you good at math? Are you picking up on how close in age these two crazy farting boys are? They give us a run for our money and our sanity. If you’re a mom, you get this. Our days are generally filled with the following: Commentary on the size or the smell of ... View Post
Back to the Blog
My son nearly died eight years ago. I began my first blog then. It started as an avenue for prayers, hope, and a place for me to cull all of my heartbroken thoughts. That first blog became more than just a place to seek out love and prayers; it represented a part of my life I desperately wanted to leave behind. So after three years of pouring my heart onto a blank white screen, I stopped writing ... View Post
Current Writing Projects
Faithful Soldiers dig foxholes on the front line of the battlefield to take shelter when the enemy is attacking at full force. When my four-month-old son suffered a non-accidental traumatic brain injury nearly a decade ago, I fell face-first into the dirt of my own foxhole. Curled up so tight that I could feel my own breath, I had two choices: either bury myself deeper or look up, find a sliver ... View Post