We CAN Know!
There are days that my faith is light (practically nonexistent, if I’m honest) and I have doubts about God, eternity, and whether it all truly is REAL, and if He…
Do Women Really Cry More?
I have vivid recollections of the days following my brothers murder. My mom would retreat to the small bathroom in our old farmhouse, and weep and groan, for hours, it…
Year Two
As May 30 approaches, I can sense many feelings coming on. It will be two years ago that my eldest, 24 year-old son, Levi, left this earth. It was unexpected,…
Oh Brother
When I write, I occasionally am challenged with taking something that has already been talked about, over and over again, and making it something new and relevant. On this subject,…
Words Matter
I’ve enjoyed reading and writing since I was a child. I thank my mother for that! It is surely in the genes—she read constantly, and had hopes of her own…
A Dose of Sorrow?
Time is a strange thing—an irreversible continuum at whose mercy we live and breathe. Days can seem like just moments, and hours like weeks. At no time is this vexing…
Mind Over Mourning
The brain is the most powerful organ in our bodies. John Hopkins Medicine says “ The brain controls your ability to think, talk, feel, see, hear, remember things, walk and…
It Is Inevitable
Sleep...why do you elude me? I haven’t slept through the night since my eldest, Levi, was born over 26 years ago. I guess it’s a mom/worry/“what if they need…
Never Normal
I’ve seen a number of memes and posts the last couple of weeks about how a year ago, it was the last week of things being “normal,” pre-c@vid19. The world…
A Matter of Time
I’ve often heard the quote “time heals all wounds.” Before I experienced the death of my beloved son, I probably would have agreed with this, to a degree. As we mature and…