


When Grief Rings Your Doorbell…….Always Open The Door
When I climbed into our attic the day after Thanksgiving, I had no idea what was going on just outside our front door. As I tossed down one childhood memory after another – Pokémon cards Stuffed animals Random toys I didn’t realize a new memory was forming...
When Heaven Visits Your Driveway
I hear the men working right outside my window as I type. Faint voices floating softly just above the sound of old asphalt being busted apart then scooped into a big truck. ________________________ Bits and pieces of our family story are imprinted on the piles of...
Giving Thanks for The Place of Great Unknowing
I read this phrase in a book recently – The Place of Great Unknowing Have you been here? Or been forced to visit by things far from your control? There’s very little in this place of great unknowing that feels familiar. Like the edge of the ocean, the...