It’s essentially impossible for me to do the Sunset post on time. October 31 is always Halloween, I have trick-or-treat age kids, and the sunset falls right in the middle of all the festivities. So for me it’s nearly impossible to capture the sunset photo AND find the time to…
Two nights after John Blaise was stillborn, I woke in the middle of the night with a poem in my head. I’m talking 4 am. And full verses. I had been given this poem. A good friend from church and one of my writing groups read it for me at John’s…
All of life is a game of Catch and Release, isn’t it? Some things are harder to catch (on to) than others: the ideal spouse, a good job, a sense of self-esteem. For some of us, children. Or maybe faith, inner peace, or acceptance of circumstances. Mick Jagger might add…
On December 4, 2010, the world changed. Who noticed? My fourth son, John Blaise, was due on April 24, 2011—Easter Sunday that year. Instead, I went into premature labor at 20 weeks, the first Friday in December to a backdrop of twinkle lights. Our little boy still had a heartbeat…
It has been 1,048 days since John Blaise was born still. I have survived 44 days since losing Alexander. But that is chronos. God lives in kairos. So do my tiny ones.