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I got you

"I got you" Suicide Prevention Month We all fall sometimes. For many reasons, or sometimes for no understood reason at all. I lived a season like this. It snuck upon me suddenly when I lost two friends to suicide one month apart; my life was spiraling out of control. I had no clue what was happening, or…
December 1, 20220Comments
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You. Can. Sit. Here.

You. Can. Sit. Here. The last four words ever spoken to the boy who was killed in the Columbine library seconds before the gun was turned on me. These words were nearly the last four words I would ever speak. I didn’t know what I was doing; just trying to be nice, I guess. We should use these…
December 1, 20220Comments
Family

‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the season of joy, yet some of us are struggling with terribly difficult circumstances that threaten to leave us doubtful anything can turn out well. We question the statement people kindly offer, “God will never give you more than you can handle.” Some are lost in despair, fear, doubt, sadness, frustration and loneliness when…
November 17, 20210Comments
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The New View Over My Shoulder

I suppose I didn’t realize the title of my book, Over My Shoulder, would continue to hold so many new meanings. The view behind me is ever-changing. I have been warned by fellow moms about this new view, but I am struggling to see it clearly as I experience unexpected emotions, and know I have…
August 14, 20200Comments
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Doctors Who Dream

I never wanted to need to meet these doctors. But, their investments in my life story have helped to build trusting relationships that prove I’m not just another broken body to fix. Their collaboration and dedication to whole-person-care are evidence of their desires for success to go beyond what appears to be fixed on an…
June 26, 20200Comments
Family

Filling Buckets and Building Castles

I sometimes feel dizzy, spinning around, filling buckets every moment of every day. Going into week eight of staying home because of this pandemic, refilling feels more exhausting. But, as I sit here on the sofa, awaiting our four little humans to wake for the day, I remind myself, “There is no work I could…
May 5, 20200Comments
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Toil with Thanksgiving

As a four-year-old in preschool, our third daughter, Bentley, already believed she could “pass” over the parts of life she hoped to avoid. One day, the PE teacher led the students outside to play soccer when he noticed Bentley sitting against the wall of the school, contentedly watching. He approached her and said, “Bentley, it…
February 12, 20200Comments
Family

Blinding Flurries

White is one of my favorite colors. I find it funny that I can love white so much, yet not have a fondness for snow. Blizzards were not unusual during my thirty-five years of living in Colorado. Now, living in North Carolina, a blizzard is very unlikely, which is part of why we moved here!…
December 22, 20190Comments
Family

No Free Passes

Bentley was in preschool, as a four-year-old, when the PE teacher led her class out to the turf to play soccer. As the kids took the field, the teacher noticed Bentley sitting against the wall of the school, contently watching. He walked to her and said, “Bentley, it is time for soccer.” Her reply…”Oh, no…
November 13, 20190Comments
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