Seven Words and a Wrestling Mat
“I believe in you.” Those were not the words I expected. Moments earlier, I poured out my complaint to a friend via text. Fingers tapped an unrestrained confession of feeling helpless, overwhelmed, and ill-equipped. I questioned my ability to accomplish all I had dreamed and earnestly worked for…
New Year’s Revelation
I trace the stitching of a leather journal. Three years of my life are held within its pages. I marvel at how the cover still looks new, how it gives the illusion that its contents are just as smooth and polished. Covers can be deceiving. I know what lies upon the worn, unedited pages…
Finding Christmas During Grief
Far too early on Christmas morning, my daughters burst into my bedroom with the announcement that Santa had come and it was time to wake up. At 10 and 4 years old, they knew the Christmas routine. No one could open a gift until Mom had her first cup of coffee…