“Only Tell Me the Good News.”
My husband, Nick, looked it up one night, just after the diagnosis. We lay in bed, our seashell-printed comforter offering…
Continue ReadingA Gift for Mom! 🤍
My husband, Nick, looked it up one night, just after the diagnosis. We lay in bed, our seashell-printed comforter offering…
Continue ReadingYears ago, I bought a shirt that read, “Do it scared.” I am a strong believer in mantras and trying…
Continue ReadingMy daughter is in the hospital again. A longer stay this time. I’m tired. I miss my other children. They…
Continue ReadingThe sound of the dinner bell echoes across our farm like a whispered promise—a signal that no matter how tangled…
Continue ReadingGrowing up, my grandmother had a sweet tradition: on each of our birthdays, she’d give the other child a small…
Continue ReadingA three-hour drive to New York City did sound ambitious for a Monday morning, but I was in an adventurous…
Continue ReadingRecently, I was filling out some school paperwork for my youngest daughter that required her surgical history. It was a…
Continue ReadingForty-nine years. Almost half a century. For many, that’s a lifetime. That’s how long they were married. Losing my dad…
Continue ReadingWhen I was younger, I had no concept of age. My parents and their friends could have been 50, and…
Continue ReadingIt crept up on me slowly. I’m not even sure when exactly it all started. Perhaps it was when I…
Continue ReadingIn my early 20s, I thought all I ever wanted or needed was a man to love and who loved…
Continue ReadingI live 12 miles from the latest mass shooting. Twelve miles from Annunciation Catholic School in Minneapolis. An angry person…
Continue Reading