I’m thinking about you Olivia. Thinking about what you’ve taught me this past year. You weren’t supposed to be here. The doctors told us you have Trisomy 18 and you would not live long if you made it through your birth. We shed plenty of tears the day you were born....
We’ve all been there. You’re with a friend and having a good time and in a hushed tone you’re asked, “Did you hear . . .?” You tense up. You know what’s coming, but you still lean forward, and you’re served that tasty morsel. You feel the texture, you feel it slide...
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is not only suffered by wartime soldiers. Many abuse victims also suffer with it. People like me. It happens like this: you’re having a normal day, when all of a sudden you find yourself feeling powerless. Outwardly you haven’t...
It was reading day. We filed into the classroom, knowing we had better settle down our 4th grade minds quickly. The shiny square box stood on a table to the side of the teacher’s desk. When we were quiet, we’d be dismissed one by one to stand before that shiny box and...
We all have friends, family and community – people who support us, who are there for us. Those people are gifts from God. He made us to need community. But there are also times in our lives when it’s just us, alone in the wilderness. We can hear our own...
