Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds, But Compassion Can.
My dad and I were messaging last night about a book that Callie was reading to the two youngest children. It’s called the Thingamajig book of Manners. it was my favorite as a child and…
My dad and I were messaging last night about a book that Callie was reading to the two youngest children. It’s called the Thingamajig book of Manners. it was my favorite as a child and…
I’ve been thinking a lot about what letting go looks like. Letting go of many things, hurt, pain, anger, unrealistic expectations of others, dreams that were not meant to be. Whatever your thoughts go to…
After weeks of counseling at the camp in Canada, I realized I had serious issues with my parents. My anger and unforgiveness was directed almost exclusively towards them. It was during this time the rose…
Halfway through the summer we started to talk about what would happen when camp ended, when we went home from “The Program”. I kept holding on to the promise that I had to get through…
Dear Doris, I’m Still Sorry for Everything; Twenty Easters Later. Dear Doris, I still love you. It’s been twenty Easters since you died. It’s been twenty Easters that have never felt the same on this…
I think it’s important to at least be able to speak to where the train went careening off the tracks and sent my life into a ten year downward spiral. In your own life, you…