on the couch i curl up and reach for Jesus with coffee stains on my bathrobe and grief stains on my heart. the topic of Heaven always...

walking daily in answered prayers.  months ago, youth had a discussion evening on the topic of ‘’answered prayers’’. all around the room,...

friday evening we pull into your mama's yard i see your pup bounding out to meet us. your mama is there and we meet in the tightest hug...

3 months. 3 months since Heaven took a whole new meaning. Why are death-anniversaries a thing? Why does it make it feel more ‘’ugh’’...

I sleep in on the day off duty and when I do wake I sit with coffee and convo and munch grapes. I drive to town I spot a new mexico...

Since March 11, everything has changed. Calendar pages are scribbled on and replaced with plans I have no desire to write down. The mail,...

I remember To remember is a blessing and a curse. She's the most precious memory, every thought of her I hold with so much love. Yet...

I see funeral flowers hung up drying around my room resembling my own heart, strung out, to dry out. I see sympathy cards. never ever did...

I feel physically nauseous with grief. I carry it in the pit of my stomach. Some days I can handle food and I even notice myself wanting...

So I had a lil moment down at the end of the driveway while sitting on the grass, and tears easily spilled. and while many a jeep passed...