On the floor of my kitchen, back against my fridge. This is the place where my grief often meets me. It’s the place I found myself when my house was empty for the first time after my husband’s death. It’s the place where I found myself just about every morning for the weeks that followed. … More The Place Where Grief Meets Me
Just a moment. We are all just one moment—good or bad—away from our whole life shifting course—good or bad. I think about this a lot when people look at me with those sad eyes. I think about how close I was to being shattered at a time when I didn’t even know it. Just a … More Anger 3: The Moments in Our Story
People say we have a story to tell. One day, we sat down and wrote out the whole timeline of Andrew’s cancer. We wrote a month to month rendition of everything that has gone down from original diagnoses to the most recent prognosis. We spared no details because the details are ingrained in us. We … More How We Choose to Tell a Hard Story
Nearly two years of marriage, and I still load the dishwasher incorrectly. My husband and I agree on a lot of things. We both agree that vanilla ice cream is far superior to chocolate. We both agree that Olive Garden’s soup and salad deal is the best lunchtime value for two. We both agree that … More Not on My Husband’s Pedestal
I don’t want to go skydiving. I’ve never really wanted to, and I don’t know if I ever will. In truth, there are a lot of “bucket list” items out there that I don’t really have any interest in doing. There are so many places to travel, so many things to do, so many sites … More My Bucket List
“You’re cool and all, but your friend started texting me, and well…” *extremely detailed and graphic text about “last night” followed by, “Sorry, I meant to send that to someone else.” “God thinks that we should break up.” “You know how at the beginning of the semester we were both virgins… well I’m not anymore.” … More Northern Stars- And What They Lead Us To
I was well submerged in youth group when I was in high school. The “save yourself for marriage,” talks were offered about twice to three times a year, and believe it or not I listened. I listened and I banned all things sex from my relationships. The problem is, while I was saving my … More Saving Your Love Languages
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