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  • Muted

    Writing through the loss of my oldest son has been healing for me. Words have just flowed, along with the tears.

    In the thousands of posts…

  • Parenting After…

    The months after Austin died, especially because why he left was still unknown at that time, I lived in constant fear for my youngest…

  • Holding Onto Hope

    There was the smallest of gestures in our pew at church today that nearly brought me to tears. Our son, Noah, grabbed my hand, then his…

  • Austin’s Last Gift

    An annual tradition my husband and I started, when we were first married, was to decorate the house the last weekend of November for Christmas.

    Back…

  • November Sun

    A beautiful sunrise greeted me this morning, as I looked out our back deck.

    Many years ago, I learned to truly appreciate a sunrise. The light…

  • Brother Bear

    It was always our dream to have more than one child.

    I grew up in a home with sisters, my husband with all brothers.  We…

  • Homesick

    Then… 2009

    I miss the way my home used to be. I’m homesick for that warm, familiar feeling you get when you walk through the…

  • When the Healing Comes

    Throughout my life, I have suffered many physical traumas and have visible scars left behind as reminders of the pain. In many of those injuries,…

  • A Father’s Love

    The other day, I passed a lady on the road with a broken windshield. I cried the rest of the way home.

    Unexpected emotions washed over…