By: Heather Wolper Last Saturday, after cartoons and breakfast around our kitchen island, my husband found our sweet, ornery, six-year-old boy, unconscious and barely breathing. While I was upstairs getting ready for the day, my husband quickly lifted our precious boy, who had been talking excitedly about fishing and riding...
By: Amanda Loduca (Guest Blogger) It seems to me that most of my problems are linked to my mother’s absence. A few examples: My toddler and I often have nowhere to go; Mom was retired and lived only a minute away. I worry that I bother people with my little...
Book review by: Cathy DiBella (Guest Blogger) “I could not recall attachment, closeness, memories of the scent of Mother’s perfume, the feel of her skin, the sound of her voice singing in the kitchen, the solace of her rocking, holding, and comforting me, the intellectual stimulation, and joy of being...
By: Heather Wolper Sometimes life hits like a flood, covering land that was fertile and green with deep muddy water. The blooms and crops of harvest disappear beneath the weight of water and silt. Bone numbing weariness sets in overwhelming the strongest of backs and the most resilient of workers....
By: Amanda Loduca (Guest Blogger) Everyone who’s lost a mother has a different story to tell. Many are quick to include a phrase that digs deep and hurts my soul, because I cannot say the same: “My mom was my best friend.” I am truly happy for those women who...
By: Mary Ellen Collins Being obedient to God’s call is not the easiest thing to do. Sometimes I hear His voice and what He is telling me (I often argue with Him but He still wins), and sometimes I decide to do things not knowing that it is part of...
By: Julie Thompson It started off like a typical day at the park. I was walking the trails, listening to music on my phone, and enjoying hearing the sound of a nearby waterfall. I came to the end of the first trail, stopped, and looked at a sign that had...
By: Heather Wolper Summer, with all its lazy wonder and time spent creek wading and cannonballing, is over. And here we are trying to adjust to a new normal. Our calendar is suddenly ruled by school bus pick-ups and drop-offs, school planners and reading logs, and we are all grieving...
By: Mary Ellen Collins I have a friend named Kim who just celebrated her 52nd birthday. She is happy and she is scared. This is the year. She is fearful. She doesn’t want to leave her husband, kids, and family. She is not sick. No horrible diagnosis. No impending loss...
By: Mary Ellen Collins “I CAN SPEAK FOR MYSELF,” creeps into my brain whenever I am interrupted or they attempt to reinterpret what I have said. My internal voice is shouting, “Who do you think you are? I can speak for myself. I DO NOT need you to interrupt me...
