Libby sat in the row of guest chairs this morning, just waiting. She wasn’t even sure what it was that she was waiting for, but there she sat in anticipation either way. Dr. Melbourne, the Cardiovascular Surgeon who had taken over Israel’s care, walked into the waiting room. He was a very short man, small-boned and… Continue reading Half-Hearted, Fully Loved (One Mother’s Journey into HLHS & Loss)
I hear a lot of people these days shouting about peace and their desire for it, while they also perpetually allow themselves to be enthralled in petty arguments, endless debates and constant drama. As I’ve said many times, peace comes from within. It isn’t hinged upon what the surrounding circumstances dictate so long as you… Continue reading The Act of Peace
Have you ever felt out of place? As though you’re the square peg surrounded by round holes and you just do not fit? You’re not fish, you’re not fowl -- You are something in-between that has no place and no tribe of its own? What took me a while to discover was that we are… Continue reading Finding Your Tribe!
I want to discuss my journey through hormonal imbalance and Medical Menopause. I know, fun stuff, but this is truly something that every woman out there needs to know, and because I found it out the hard way, I am sharing it to save someone else the trouble. Before having my Oophorectomy (removal of ovaries)… Continue reading One Woman’s Journey: Hormone Imbalance & Medical Menopause
There is something that has been pressed upon me to write about. I have been resisting publishing it, but someone out there is needing it. So whoever you are, this piece is for you. There’s a lot to be said for forgiveness. When we think of forgiveness, we often think of something that we have… Continue reading The Road to Forgiveness, Paved by Blessing
I finally found a career that sounds even less like a career than being a homemaker. Writer. The past two weeks I have been answering the same questions repeatedly for every doctor’s office and precertification that I’ve had to go through. “What is your job title?” I start by telling them that I am a… Continue reading Stay the Course!
When I was a child I used to play "teacher." I had a big chalkboard on my bedroom wall, boxes of chalk, an over-sized hand me down desk that my mother had furnished with note pads, a stapler, whole punch, binders, etc. My mother even took me to a store that sold classroom supplies for… Continue reading Answers lie within your Preparation
There must be some significance to 4AM because yesterday, though everyone else in the house was sound asleep, you guessed it, I was wide awake -- AGAIN. I kind of dig it, sitting in a quiet room that often stays as the hub of excitement for at least fourteen hours a day. No toddler streaking… Continue reading Let Your Tests Make You Blessed
The funny thing about time is that we all think that we have plenty of it to spare. That "one day" we'll get on to doing what we had planned. To making amends in that one situation, to finishing our goals or doing that thing that we feel hard pressed to accomplish. One day, we… Continue reading Time is of the Essence
Years ago I began to study as much as I possibly could on various religions, cults and belief systems. Not because I wanted to join one, but because I have an undying fascination on what makes people believe what they do. Why people are so willing to sacrifice for those beliefs. It lead me down… Continue reading When We Choose Love
My grandmother was a dreamer. She used to tell me about our Native American heritage and how the people believed that the answers to life, to all of our questions, and problems lay hidden in our dreams. She told me the importance of keeping a dream journal and encouraged me and at times urged me… Continue reading Answers Within a Nightmare
It was time for bed. I felt the sharp, burning pain throughout my back that has been all too familiar for too many years counting, as I tried my best to get into a position that didn’t make me feel like I was being crushed underneath a ton of bricks. Each one excruciatingly more uncomfortable… Continue reading These Old Bones
I was supposed to speak at my Big Sister's funeral last week. I had such anxiety about speaking leading up to the funeral, not knowing if once I saw her that I would even be able to talk let alone stand up in front of all those people and read my words to her. Once… Continue reading Theresa: No goodbyes, Only see you soon
Each Christmas, my precious Grandmother always gifted her homemade tortillas. These were unequivocally the best tortillas that I've ever had in my life! First off, to know my grandmother was to love her. She always had the biggest smile on her face and her tone with each person she spoke to was so kind, engaging… Continue reading The Idea of Christmas
My father is a very kind man. He’s the kind of man that will stop on the side of the road in the freezing cold and give a homeless person his own expensive coat, some food and a ride. He’s the kind of man that is passionate about just about everything and it is always… Continue reading When Being Heard is Obsolete