Figuratively, anger goes well with red. Anger dealing with the miscarriage before he was born. The pregnancy solidified the desire for a child. I worked…
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
David A Lloyd Posts
Hands outstretched fumbling, feet slowly stumbling, I have no mentor lighting a candle to show my path. I scour online retailers, local stores, anywhere with…
“Kindness is not just about how you treat others; it’s rooted in how you treat yourself.” — Londro Rinzler I was a pleaser. I volunteered in scouts for…
“Where is your son?”, sighed a soft masculine voice in a southern drawl. “He left me,” I replied turning to face who asked. No one is…
My children each carry a distinct aura. I can pick out their gait as they walk. There is something about their touch when I cannot see.…
While strolling through a warm meadow on a lazy June Sunday, something ripped me into a cruel parallel universe. Darkness presses in on every side with shadows…
What you don’t know about my grief, maybe everyone’s grief, is the raging battle within. Every action I take and every interaction I engage buffets me…
I don’t have a name. I don’t know what to do. I am not the person I used to be since Caleb died. Caleb was born…
Do you dream? Can you have lucid dreams? Imagine you are on the beach with your toes in the water digging in the sand. Do…
My children have A.D.D. It is a medical condition. I cannot get mad at them because their brain is not the way I would like…
