Happy Fifth Birthday, John Karl! I Googled "best gifts for 5 year old boys" because I have no idea what you might be into. The image of your sweet baby face sits in my memory and I will never forget the feel of your body in my arms or the kick of your feet in my… Continue reading Happy Fifth Birthday: Celebrating The Birth of A Son Who Didn’t Live
Tricia and I connected 3 years ago at a writers' conference in North Carolina, though we quickly discovered we lived just a few miles apart in Ohio. This was just a few weeks before her husband passed. I knew then and know now how divine our meeting was. We are friends, writers, moms, and overcomers… Continue reading Not Alone, New Affirmations – Guest Post: Tricia Thirey
So, I have this blog. You've probably read it a time or two (hopefully more), and bonus points if you've shared it and double bonus points if you aren't related to me. I thought I might take a minute and share why I have this particular blog because it seems like everyone and their mother… Continue reading This Blog Thing…
Happy Birthday, My Sweet Boy. Today you would turn four! I can't even wrap my brain around what that would look like. My sometimes empty arms ache to hold you and squeeze you as you prepare for a new milestone like the first day of preschool - I bet you would be wicked smart like… Continue reading You’re Four.
I sang a song – again.I sang a silly song today, it went a little something like this…”chicky-chicken nuggets, cheesy-cheese cubes. Peas and car-rots, peas and car-rots, yum yum yum in the tum tum tum.” Obviously, Kanye will defer to me as the “musical genius” from now until the end of time. I have mad… Continue reading I Sang A Song – Again
His 2ndBirthday.Today he would be two. My sweet boy. He should be toddling around the house, tormenting his big sisters, cuddling his baby brother. Making us laugh, because of course he would be the most hilarious toddler you’ve ever met. I can sometimes picture him. Other times the image of my son is so far… Continue reading His 2nd Birthday
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (written 5/24/16)Remember playing the game when you were a child? Reciting the phrase “he loves me, he loves me not” as I plucked the petals from a poor unsuspecting flower. Thinking of some silly little boy who I wanted to return my affections, and hoping, longing with each… Continue reading He loves me, He loves me not…