Becoming a Stereotype
I wrestle with it. It keeps me up at night. I struggle to put it into words. To assign it […]
I wrestle with it. It keeps me up at night. I struggle to put it into words. To assign it […]
It’s that tension that builds. The small stitch that gathers your attention. A reminder that you’re tired. Right before the
This past Wednesday marked 8 weeks post-op (really 8 weeks second post-op) and I found myself remembering. In gratitude. In
I had struggled in the past to relate to the desperate Psalms of David, those ones he cried out to
Our Hannah Joy turned 6 years old yesterday. To celebrate, she picked our plans for the day. After some extended
I love catching those moments of just the raw normality of learning to fit into a new space. A new