I remember, as a little girl, asking God to straighten things out for me- my hair, my teeth, and my lazy eye ranked high on my list. It turns out, my hair is still a frizzy mess (think Hermione in the beginning of the Harry Potter series), but now, I know how to use a […]Read more "Crooked Prayer Path"
This moment is not what I pictured. Instead of Thanksgiving Day prep and play time with one of our favorite kids, Charlie and I will stay home while l spend today hugging the toilet. I’m supposed to be making a pumpkin roll and cream cheese grape salad. I am not supposed to be taking little […]Read more "Picture Perfect"
Growing up, were you Ariel? Perhaps Cinderella or Jasmine? My personal favorite was Belle. Who wouldn’t want an endless supply of books and croissants at her fingertips? As I got older, I developed an appreciation for Toy Story. Imagine loving toys as a symbol of childhood, wonder and innocence. Sounds perfect. But it wasn’t until […]Read more "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes"
I’ve arrived at my long awaited destination, a place called happiness. For so long, I’ve been actively choosing happiness one thought, one word, and one action at a time. All in the midst of immense sadness. I’d force a smile backed by a thousand prayers; each laugh was a struggle to maintain as I grappled […]Read more "Arrived"
I want to share some times in my life in which seeing color mattered. The palette for our existence is full of limitless hues, but from the moment my son was diagnosed with a complex congenital heart defect, the shades of love surrounding me became more vibrant and extensive than any other time in my […]Read more "Color"
Each time a plane flew overhead as I played with my baby in our old backyard, we’d take a moment to look up and stare. His tiny finger would extend towards the sky as he pointed at the “pane,” and we would watch it until it disappeared into the clouds. I never intended for him to […]Read more "Time for Take Off!"
Words carry such power. Such force. So much meaning. Being called “smart” by your college professor does not illicit the same feelings as your mom saying the same. “Be brave” carries a vastly different message when it’s said to a child before open heart surgery than when it’s told to an adult before an interview. […]Read more "Words"