Dad: How do I relate you to my Voters’ ID card?

What do you relate your father to? Perhaps to the indomitable sense of protection which he always surrounds you with? Or, perhaps to a separate galaxy of love--- the father-daughter love? I relate my deceased father to my first voter id card. Yes I do! The day when I received the phone call from the hospital that he was no more, I was desperately trying to plan my rendezvous with him-- when I “meet” him first after this news. “What is the first thing I will tell him when I see him on his bed?” I thought....more

There are no wrong decisions.

When I was 24, I was broke and single. I was doing what I loved working 60-hour weeks. That summer, I was a bridesmaid in three weddings, and attended three more as a guest.I had dates and a few relationships scattered over the years, but not one time did I picture myself in a house with a white picket fence and a husband and some kids. Even in the flurry of bouquets and cakes and wedding melt-downs, I never felt the urge to pair up. I was happy on my own....more

After Devastation and Loss, My Rainbow Baby Is Here

Dear Ruby, If you would have told me a year ago that I would go a day without crying, I wouldn’t have believed you. If you would have told me a year ago that I would laugh without guilt, I wouldn’t have believed you. If you would have told me a year ago that one day, my heart would once again be filled with joy, I wouldn’t have believed you. ...more
Definitely leaking all over my face right now as I'll be meeting my rainbow next week. Hope is a ...more

Compassion

Once Upon a Time, shortly after my dad died, I stood in front of the Father's Day cards at Target, thinking I'd be ok to just get a card for my brother. Unfortunately, I wasn't ok. It had only been three months, and I burst into sobbing, practically hysterical tears in the aisle. (You can't control where grief hits you, sometimes, I'm just saying.) NO ONE asked me how I was, if I was ok, anything. I saw people give me wide berth, and quickly move kids from my vicinity, however. I called my friend, Mandy , who listened to me until I regained composure....more

Tragedy in Chattanooga

I prepared a blog piece, for #tbt. Considering the senseless and tragic loss of life at the Naval Station, in Chattanooga, TN, I will post it next week. Hearts and thoughts, to the friends and families, of the fallen. May you someday find peace, within the profound grief and chaos, you are now feeling. And a sincere debt of gratitude, to all who serve this country, each and every day....more

Learning to be Still

Everything in my world is changing.My entire universe is shifting....more

Death On A Pedestal

I‘ve had anxiety before, but this time started out as genuine fear…...more

Father To The Fatherless

 “But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand. The victims commit themselves to you; you are the helper of the fatherless.”-Psalms 10:14...more