Dear Golf Event: A Love Letter

Dear Golf Event, I’m not sure where to start. You are the first public event we ever had after the loss of Caleb. We were so scared, all those years ago, because we had never…

#tbspofhope

I am myopically focused on hope. I realize that the word hope, and sometimes even the very notion of it, brings a lot of feelings up for people. I realize you may be sitting in…

NO, Everything Doesn’t Happen for a Reason

There are several phrases widely used that make my skin crawl or make me unbelievably annoyed. Shocking, isn’t it, that something so ordinary would get under my skin and immediately deflate my mood? Not really….

Hope Floats

I had a different topic in mind for this week. But. Considering recent events, and while feeling uncertain and somewhat anxious at times, I thought I would lean into how I’m feeling as it could…

The Messiness of Mending

Have you ever dropped a mirror and watched as the glass shatters into thousands of unrecognizable pieces? Maybe the glass completely comes apart and there’s nothing left but the frame – not one shard of…

Holding Space for your Spouse’s Grief

About three or so months after Caleb died, the rage began. It was sudden. It made no sense to me. And to be honest, at times, it would scare me. It would scare me because…