Experts claim that the body keeps score as it relates to trauma. And I’m inclined to believe it. Because there is no other way to explain what this week does …
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Did you stop writing? I have been asked this question countless times over the past several months. Aside from the surprise that anyone noticed, I silently cringe at these inquiries. Because …
It’s hard to live in Minnesota in March. Already weary from the long winter, it feels so unfair to wake up to forecasts of snow, cold and rain while the …
My husband and I were handed the the death sentence of our unborn child in a dark conference room. We sat huddled together in shock, gripping hands as a kind doctor gently explained our son's …
We mark the anniversary of our son’s birth and death every year on his birthday. It's our tradition to visit his grave to eat cake and let the kids send balloons to …
Ten years ago, my grandma went to be with Jesus. Her death was unexpected and left the family reeling. Ten years later, I still acutely feel the loss. And I …
My mother once told me that she sometimes regrets having four children. Not because she doesn't love us, but because she does. Her mama heart of compassion ached when we were …
The after-service pancake breakfast was in full swing. Kids and adults milled about the multi-purpose room chatting amicably and scarfing down flapjacks together as one big church family. I was …
When I learned that my friend's newborn son was in critical condition, I had every confidence that he would be ok. Maybe I was being blindly naive, but in my …
Last week I found myself driving to collect twin seven-year-old boys. I was excited about to see them but also apprehensive. Because this family has done a number on my heart. Three years …