I get her text. “I am never, ever, ever, never coming home.” And I knew she was hooked. Full blown. Undone. In love. Only sixteen. From a family who doesn’t practice dating…..But, I knew when she saw him, her heart would be mush melting. And all logic. Useless. After all, she is my daughter. And go […]
Why I am ProLife 110%.
With all the ruckus in the news about abortion options ending, I can’t say I attest. I am a Christian and to say that life does not begin at conception would be a false confession. But please know, by circumstance, throughout my life, I am a witness to both abortion and life choices. I still remember, […]
When God Calls. And Son Returns Home Again.
He sits upstairs. Strumming. Quietly. Bellowing through this mom space. Notes filling….all that’s been lost. This last year. Without him. And why is it. Letting go is easy in words or theory? But, when left. Alone. Without son. Or spouse. Or home. Or any last resort. Letting go is the hardest thing to do? And wondering […]
A Father’s Tribute: Dancing with God
Strength. Character. An unshakeable burden for truth. A defender. An anchor. Resilient through and through. A listening ear. A man of few words. An immoveable shoulder that would hold his little girl….when the pain of this life offered no words. But, most of all….with my Dad……I remember how we danced. My tiny feet carefully balanced…..on his […]
When my 16 yr old was Imprisoned. And How She Got Free.
My sixteen year old was imprisoned yesterday. Stuck behind brick walls. Waiting. For something….anything at all. Her friends remained there with her…..for nearly two hours. Emotions rising. Texting. Twittering. Trying to find a communication source outside the grounds….in hopes to figure out what was going on. Rumor has it…..A potential man with a gun was walking […]
What does it Means to be a “good” Mother? 11 Children Later.
What does it mean to be a “good” mother? I have often asked and wondered. Going into parenting, 19 years ago, I was oblivious to it’s description. I boiled rice. Burnt toast. Struggled with the all night need to rock and hold my babies. And not sleeping, of course. I had no idea how to wash […]