My father died during COVID. Here’s what has helped the healing.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
I lost my Dad one year ago today. And, if I’m honest, I’m sadder today than I was then.
I think the pandemic has slowed us all down. Often, annoyingly so. But it’s also revealed a really hard truth that many of us ignored for a long time: Life can be simple…and still be good.
I think somewhere along the way, we heard a very powerful message: Healing isn’t easy.
Six years ago, I did something that would forever change my life. I started a gratitude journal.
This Thanksgiving, don’t let the good stuff go unsaid.
I don’t want a hand sanitizer faith. Two pumps and you’re done. Instant Jesus.
“Am I okay?” I think it’s the most important question we’re forgetting to ask ourselves.
Some people will be committed to misunderstanding you. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
A few years ago, I endured three of the greatest pain points life has to offer: My father was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. My husband filed for divorce. And I discovered a Big Lie that ripped apart everything I thought I knew.
I teach middle schoolers, and from the beginning of the year to the end, something mysterious happens: They lose more of the child in their heart.