Monthly Archives: June 2017

“You seem a lot happier since we moved to Texas,” my 17 year old son told me the other day. “I do?” I asked him. “That’s not surprising. I am a lot happier.” “I think it’s your friends here,” he … Continue reading →

When my eldest children were two or three, I thought the hardest struggles of parenting were potty training them and getting them to stop biting each other. When they were 10, I thought that the hard part of parenting was … Continue reading →

Twenty-one years ago today, the skies were gray and threatening rain. I wasn’t worried about the weather. No matter what happened, it would be perfect. It was a year and a half since you’d called me and said very simply, … Continue reading →

My eldest son has a job, but not a driver’s license yet. That means that I get to drive him. It’s become one of my favorite parts of the week. Our 8 minute car rides to and from his job … Continue reading →

When I was 14 years old, a horrible car accident changed the dynamic of our family forever. Soon after that the house my family lived in was no longer a safe place for me to be. It wasn’t long before my … Continue reading →

Today marks three years since Ella last walked. Next week will be three years since she could even stand with crutches. That seems unfathomable to me. There are days I struggle to remember a time when she walked, and other days … Continue reading →