Donna said it first. The night before Mother’s Day, “This time of year sucks. It triggers me.” I knew what she meant. This week we…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Donna said it first. The night before Mother’s Day, “This time of year sucks. It triggers me.” I knew what she meant. This week we…
They ask if I saw signs of my son’s suicide. I watched, worried, acted. He came back to himself. Six months later he’s gone. Sometimes there’s nothing to see.
We got on the boat in Jacksonville. It was a warm sunny day in Florida, perfect for lounging on the deck as we sailed out…
Decades ago, Donna walked into church on a Mother’s Day. A greeter said, “Happy Mother’s Day!” She had no children. Alex had just died. She…
On the deck of a mountain cabin a few weeks ago, I sat with Donna and held her hand. We watched the mountains. I thought,…
Forgiveness is a word people hand you like a pamphlet. They press it into your hands and walk away as if they have done something.…
Forgiveness is a word people hand you like a pamphlet. They press it into your hands and walk away as if they have done something.…
“Worse, it sometimes feels like he wasn’t loved.” – Can I forgive when people do not talk about my deceased child?
How can I forgive when I cannot determine what occurred, why, or even understand. Even Christ wants something from us in exchange for the gift of forgiveness.
Holy Saturday. The day between death and hope.