no doubt, by now you’re stuffed to the gills with turkey and dressing. perhaps a poem would be just the thing to wash it all down? we’re gratitude focused, and it’s a choice — as it always is.this first holiday has been hard, and when i tried to put...
photo credit here last night wandering across a dreamscape of ordinary of cheerios strewn in carseats on the most ordinary drive around town on the most ordinary of running-errands, nothing-special days i found a treasure of skin warm of smile bright of son ALIVE. but as with all of life’s...
photo credit here can we have an honest moment? can i be real, even if it’s not pretty? because this week is hard. soul-deep hard. on-my-face hard. i remember being ten years old, gangly-kneed, wide-eyed, and fearless. chasing the shadow of my older brother, doing...
happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday sweet Bane … “my Jesus, come quickly.” these words, poured from broken hearts on a hard day. grief catches in throat, stops breath, looms hard on the road ahead … but God. His word is true — even in this....
i spoke with my friend Sonya twice today. the first was hard. with our kiddos napping, we let a phone line pretend to give us a real connection … i listened as she talked about amazing things — things that Banebow is doing that i’m still trying to process so that i can report...
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