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A Letter to the Young Women

I debated whether or not to share this with the masses. It’s a letter I gave to the founding members of the club of which I am the advisor. After several days of contemplation, and since I’ve already given it to my girls, I thought I might go ahead and take the risk and share…

The Expiration Date for Grief

A major question that has been swirling in my head for the past year has been: when will I stop feeling this way? “This” being the ticking time bomb of loneliness, sadness, rejection, worthlessness, hopelessness, self-loathing, sometimes dotted with sleeplessness, loss of appetite, and loss of interest in the things once enjoyed. Who knew the…

When Breath Becomes Air

I’ve been staying up late the last few nights reading this and finally finished today. It was wonderful, in a punch-you-in-the-gut kind of awakening wonderful. “You left me, two legacies,– a legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had he the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between…

Why I Travel

Five months after my husband passed away, I sat in front of a financial planner and held my breath. It’s a little (okay, A LOT) scary becoming a widow with three young children. The thought of facing an unknown future, alone, on a single income, was anxiety-inducing, amidst the weight of everything else going on.…

Riding the Waves

source “Ships don’t sink because of the water around them; ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside you and weigh you down.” A common analogy to explain the experience of grief to people is the waves scenario. You are riding waves. There are ups…

Hello.

I need to catch up on my writing. I’ve been preoccupied with planning my summer vacation. This year will be…drum roll…Italy and Denmark. I’ve been to Italy 3x already. I really didn’t want to do Europe. I was leaning toward Bali and Phuket. But, I had the opportunity to take a sitter who was interested…

Me

I work with teenagers. Apparently one of them snapped this photo last Friday as I was standing on the 2nd floor, watching them hang posters down below in celebration of women’s history month. They keep me sane. I have want to live a life of hope when I am standing in front of their beginner’s eyes.…