I heard the old man’s steps shuffle into my garage, slowly, cautiously. “Are you okay, Ma'am?” I was sitting in a laundry basket, legs draped over the sides. On my face, a pair of spectacles that were not mine, through ...
It's one of those nights when grief twists inside my body, unravels my emotions, and pokes my mind with the thoughts that "I just can't do this anymore. It's too hard." Eleven years of missing him, missing his arms around ...
Do you ever find it harder than you expected to help another widow? Don’t get me wrong, I think there is an incredible unspoken sort of connection among widows because only those who have experienced this kind of pain can ...
It has been an interesting journey, to say the least, over the last two years as I've been learning how to truly walk with God in my daily life as a widow, a mom, and a leader. It hasn't been ...
At one point in the now-distant past, I became a certified yoga instructor. At the same time, Bret got his personal trainer certification, and the two of us were offered jobs at the same gym in San Antonio. Strife always ...
As long as there weren’t any traffic snags, I knew I could drop the kids off at school and still make it to the McDonald’s restroom down the street in the nick of time, without crapping my pants. From there ...
A gentleman with whom I was having a conversation the other day was lamenting the sale of his old car. He was saying things like how silly it was of him to have these kinds of feelings about a car, ...