Photo by Sebastian Voortman on Pexels.com My son gashed his chin at the park a few weeks ago. It’s not something I intended to write about, but it really left an impression on me. Considering all the blood and how deep the cut was, I think I responded fairly well. My son was a real… Continue reading The Inner Struggles of a Mom
I recently purchased a book for my son that my mother used to read to my younger brother and me when we were young. It’s called The Emperor’s New Clothes, and it’s a story about an emperor who is persuaded by two “tailors” into having clothes made for him out of a special, one-of-a-kind material… Continue reading What Are You Wearing?
I originally posted this essay on January 21st, 2020, with my son at the forefront of my mind (Simply titled "Remembering" as the original). Yesterday morning, I reread it thinking of my younger brother. Yesterday marked the ten-year anniversary of his hospitalization--one that would last for nearly six months. Reading this post again, I can… Continue reading Remembering Still
Crispy, savory pastry meets seasoned, slightly sweet beef in this dish, with extra bursts of sweetness from the raisins throughout, and a surprise bite of hard-boiled egg and a tangy green olive. Several months after JJ and I got married, we had the opportunity to visit his parents in the hometown where he grew up.… Continue reading Argentina-Style Empanadas
The quilts and cross-stitch that my mom made for my family and me. She seeks wool and flax, and willingly works with her hands."Proverbs 31:13 My mom will be turning seventy in a few days, and I have found myself thinking about her a lot as a result and all that she has accomplished throughout… Continue reading My Mom’s Hands
Photo by Leah Kelley from Pexels A few weeks ago, I was looking through some old documents and found an excerpt from the summer in which I met JJ. Although we had just met, we knew that we were mutually interested in each other and were getting to know each other better as a result.… Continue reading How Love Can Move You
My niece is celebrating her 13th birthday this month, and in honor of the occasion, I wanted to share a children’s story I wrote for her several years ago by the title of “Nothing is Too Broken." As broken as our world is nowadays, all I can say is this--I'm glad that this title is… Continue reading Nothing is Too Broken
JJ didn’t get the job. He had applied for a position as a supervisor within his company, and although the position would have required a relocation to Arizona, we didn’t care. As stressful as it would have been to try to sell our house and pack up and move, we welcomed the possibility. The truth… Continue reading Amidst Dreams and Disappointments
"As I have been recently thumbing through my journals and reliving these past hardships, I have been thinking about how good and necessary it is to remember what all God has brought us through." A year ago yesterday, my son was admitted to the hospital for a two-night stay. The weeks and even months leading… Continue reading Remembering
The year my husband JJ and I got married, I bought an ornament of two lovebirds painted on wood that depicted our first Christmas together as a married couple. The next year, a friend of mine made an ornament for me that said “Baby on the Way” since JJ and I were expecting. I also… Continue reading The Meaning Behind the Ornaments
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