Being thankful for the broken

I took the photo. Artwork by Annie Barnett A brief explanation of where I’ve been the past few weeks: my dad died in March and I have not had much to share on this blog.  Thank you for your understanding.  Then, as I began to feel I had something...

It’s been 21 years…

    My face is red.  My eyes are swollen. And it has been 21 years.   I cried an ocean of tears 21 year ago.  The day she died in my arms.  That day the hospital had arranged for us to have a room all to ourselves.  We were going to...

After…a 5 minute Friday

    AFTER     Today’s word for 5 minute Friday is AFTER.  After she died my life was never the same.  But not all in bad ways.  I treasure time with friends and family more than I did before.  I treasure moments instead of...

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