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Thoughts on faith, motherhood, grief, writing, and the stories that shape us.

Faith Grief & Loss

Talking to Preschoolers About Death

I knew the question was coming, but not this soon. At bedtime my 4-year-old asked where my mommy was — and gave me a glimpse into the profound depth of his little soul.

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Grief & Loss Wellness

A Marathon Walk, Plus Half

I walked 39.3 miles through Chicago in the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer — pushing back, for the first time physically, against the disease that stole my mom.

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Motherhood

Going Back to Preschool

My first-born's last day of preschool reminded me that the tiny years are fleeting — and that thanks to Noah, I'm going back to school too.

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Faith Grief & Loss

Faith Over Fear

The Boston Marathon bombing carried me back to 9/11 and the fear that followed. Christ died to free us from fear — and in an increasingly terrifying world, faith is the only promise of sanity.

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Faith Grief & Loss

When a Mom Dies Young

Hearing the story of a young mother dying from breast cancer stirred my deepest fear: that my motherless history could repeat itself, and my babies would navigate this world without me.

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Motherhood

Clover's Toys

My 4-year-old discovered how functional his pants are — and used them to smuggle a puppy's chew toys out of the pet store.

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Faith Grief & Loss

Unqualified

I was unqualified for motherhood — a motherless overachiever with more trust in her resume than in God. But he continually chooses the most unqualified to bear his glory.

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Faith Grief & Loss

Turning 4

My son's birth was my rebirth. Through the trauma of a forceps delivery and postpartum depression, God shouted loud enough to reach a woman who had gone deaf to him.

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Current Events Faith

An Icon of the True

At the Writing for the Soul conference, I was reminded that before I can create anything, I must first acknowledge that I too was created — and that the time to write is now.

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Grief & Loss Motherhood

Dying Well

On what would have been my mom's 70th birthday, I reflect on heaven, cancer and the lost art of dying well — and how her final days were a quiet masterclass in all three.

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