Free to Surrender

Machines and wires abound in the pediatric ICU so that even a simple task like making the bed becomes moreContinue Reading

The hospital room has glass walls, and I can see out, though I cannot leave just yet. I look atContinue Reading

Part of me wanted Christmas to be over before it started. It feels sacrilegious to say that, especially since IContinue Reading

I remember playing beneath my grandmother’s weeping willow as a child. The tree’s slender branches, swaying fancifully in the wind,Continue Reading

“We made this for Olivia!” My niece’s sing-song voice traveled up and down as she spoke the words, ending onContinue Reading

Writing is cathartic for me. The words spilling onto the page are the overflow of my heart. In difficult seasons,Continue Reading

This isn’t the way I wanted the story to go. I thought it as water from the shower head hitContinue Reading

I am little more than a month away from earning a master’s degree, and I really should be doing myContinue Reading