Hope for the Unknown

“Mom, what’s so funny?” I asked as she walked down the hallway to rejoin us. Having exited the bathroom, I anticipated a variety of funny scenarios. “I’m wearing two pairs of pants! Isn’t that silly?” Her laughter was contagious and I joined in, but all the while...

Writing Through the Grief

The inaudible voice in my heart was unmistakable and the message clear: I want you to write your daughter’s story and I will give you the strength to do it. It was not an assignment I relished; in fact, it was a directive I dreaded. Write about my daughter, Lord?...