Hope Chest

I have vivid memories of visits to my grandma’s house in Springfield, Missouri—and the cookie jar. I loved that jar because I could turn the head and it would either […]

As the last chemo treatment bag dripped, so did the rain on the window by our chair. It was Mom’s last day of chemotherapy. The treatments were no longer working,

He was my most faithful prayer warrior, and I was losing him. As I sat by my father’s bed 10 months ago and said my goodbyes, the words kept repeating

Eleven years ago, on Thanksgiving Day, I knelt to tie Mom’s shoe and could see something wasn’t right. She looked at me with a blank stare and no words, her

As my new book launch approaches in just a few days, memories of my sweet Mom fill my heart more than ever.  I remember when we sat at chemo appointments

There is a common theme in so many conversations I’m having lately. As I sit across from friends over coffee, they talk about the broken pieces of their lives, and

I was a woman on a mission. It was another day at the grocery store and I had my list in hand, 15 minutes, and a can-do attitude. I raced

As Skipper and I drove down the highway we began to laugh at some funny stories we were remembering.   One of them was particularly hilarious and we began to laugh

I was in the middle of a non-stop day, trying hard to hold myself together. As I left the hospital after a heartbreaking visit with a family, I held back

How many of you out there don’t have a long attention span? How many of you get easily distracted? I am one of those people that can start the day