Aimee Taylor: A Story Of Hope And Helping

I’m hearing them often now: stories about young women – mothers – who are being diagnosed with cancer.  As a mother in their age group and having friends in common with these brave soldiers, the stories have felt too close.  Actually not quite like...

I Remember The Music

Last week I piled both kids into the car, tapped my foot impatiently as my son’s fingers fumbled with his car seat buckle, then rolled my eyes as I remembered I left the water bottles on the kitchen island.  A few minutes later, we were finally cruising down our...

The Antidote To Sadness

Ages ago, I wrote this post about the night I prayed my water wouldn’t break.  I had a quiet, solitary evening ahead of me and just when I was relaxing in my very pregnant state, I felt it: anger. Clutching me with its sharp claws, I could feel the pain and rage...