A Surfboard in the Ocean of Grief
Because grief is like the ocean
Penned Musing: Stretch to the Warmth
Gracie is plastered against my leg, our usual morning position on the bright orange couch in the sun soaked living room My steaming coffee beside me alongside my stack of morning books and journals.
And the Soul Felt Its Worth
My worth is not in children by my side, in being called mom or being seen as someone who matters by society. My worth is in Him and what better time of year than now to remember that.
The Grief of What Could Have Been – Pregnancy and Infant Loss
Ever Upward Footprints Blog Tour: National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month 2016
To the Invisible Mom Crying in Church
It is that time of year that every week on our way to church we will pass the biggest and most popular pumpkin patch in St. Louis. I will look to my right every single week for about six weeks
He Welcomes Them Home
The more I get to know this complicated gray, the discomfort and the permission of the space of holding two truths, the more enamored and grateful I am for it.
Penned Musing: A Grace Filled Grief
Grace. A gift no one deserves and yet we are all worthy of.
One day when I get to travel more I will get to meet all my fellow warriors around the world, and Lesley is definitely on that list. She has been so supportive of my work and an incredible advocate for
#OnComingAlive: Becoming a Gift
Today I'd like to share with you an original piece I wrote for the #OnComingAlive project through the amazing blog Scribbles & Crumbs. I am so honored and thankful Lexi ran my piece
Choosing to Make the Time
There must come a point for us all that we have had enough. Enough of feeling miserable. Enough of being busy with things we don't care about or that don't make us happy.