I knew what it meant the way I know what skydiving means. I can describe it. I have never jumped.
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
I knew what it meant the way I know what skydiving means. I can describe it. I have never jumped.
You’re not crazy. People out there will tell you you are. They will say you are doing grief wrong. They will say you should get over it or at least don’t talk about it. We are here to say you are normal and it is okay to not be okay.
Happiness is not experiences. It is Presence
After writing about Goodnight Moon last month, the book would not let me go. I kept turning it over, kept seeing things I had walked…
Read Goodnight Room when the room is empty and the chair is empty and the silence is so loud it has a sound. Goodnight nobody. Goodnight to the one who should be here and is not.
When you strap weight onto someone else, suddenly they get it. Their knees buckle, cannot breathe, cannot climb the stairs. Ten minutes in and they are begging to take it off. I wonder what would happen if we could do this with grief.
What if sacrifice is not supposed to be the abnormal state?
The best gift anyone can give is talking about my kids and letting me talk about them.
Jesus didn’t conform to this world. He didn’t affirm people in whatever they were doing. He transformed people and the world around them.
I don’t believe suicide is as preventable as we’ve been told. If intervention is possible, it should never fall on the person who is struggling the most. What makes this more complex and heartbreaking: There are no reliable signs.