When You Believe the Lie of Loneliness
We were on our way to a neighborhood barbecue, and I could feel my heart starting to race. I pulled…
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We were on our way to a neighborhood barbecue, and I could feel my heart starting to race. I pulled…
Continue ReadingIt’s been a long time, Grief Chair, since I have visited you. Oh, how I miss you! I walk buy…
Continue ReadingOriginally published on the author's blog Hey you, yeah you . . . the bleary-eyed mom at the bus stop with…
Continue ReadingThe string quartet began playing Pachelbel, as my dad and I took our first steps down the aisle. I began…
Continue ReadingChristian parent, I must confess that the world pulled me astray. When my children were younger, I gave little thought…
Continue ReadingMy name is Lauren. I have depression. And I’m a good mom. It took me a few months to…
Continue ReadingMy dad was the bookends to my day. Every morning he hugged my sisters and me and told us he…
Continue ReadingI gave up the fight. The fight to be in control of everything I cannot. The fight to say “yes”…
Continue ReadingIt was the first day of November. Dad was on a gurney—heavily medicated—and on his way to the nursing home.…
Continue ReadingThe hard wooden pew and its distinct lack of lumbar support begins to strain my lower back. I close my eyes…
Continue ReadingI’ve always had an anxious brain. I’m not sure if something triggered that, or if it’s just my generic makeup,…
Continue ReadingI sat on the edge of my daughter's bed as she listed off a number of reasons she's afraid of…
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