Sometimes you know the road you’re going to take, and other times you find yourself on a new course.
She was created in 1971 before either of us were born. Built with concrete and wooden 2 x 4s, brick facade and cedar siding, she is a tribute to the decade of my birth. While she has had some updating,
We’ve been talking publicly about our #bigthreeof2016 since January, but the dreams have been simmering in our hearts for much longer. Of course, we’ve wanted Danny to walk again since Day One and the dream to write and share our
In December, I was busy. Isn’t that a surprise? So, instead of writing an #InOn10 post, I posted the video below: And, since it worked so well in December and you Facebook people loved it, I did another video
I’ve been absent here lately. Perhaps noticeably. Perhaps not. I do this when things get messier. I allow and make room for circumstance imposing isolation. Words become too hard to string together in thought, much less speaking or writing them
It’s been 10 years now. We’ve passed the mark and entered into double digits. And, as much as I’m overcome with the magnitude of what we have experienced, I am simultaneously in awe of what we have survived. What we
It’s coming quickly. Time does that; circling back around each year as a reminder we’re still in the midst of churning. It’s hard to believe we’re about to mark 10 years of this gig. On August 16th, we’re going to
My gut is stirring with many dreams that suddenly feel possible. Dare I call it hope? And, yet, I also see fresh edges of my fears creeping closer. As a family, we’re making progress. We’re in a place that we are
Yesterday, at 5:36pm, my mobile phone began to vibrate on my desk at work. Just coming back from vacation with Corbin, I still had a lot of catching up to do and had planned to close out a few more
I contemplated observing Lent this year. Like somehow if I checked that box, God might heal Danny. Please tell me I’m not the only one who tries to do the right things in order to get what I want from
It’s the 10th. I should have already written something, but nope. I’m just now doing it at 3:32pm. Chalk it up to feeling like I’m repeating myself each month, being the Debbie-downer or good old fashioned procrastination. Whatever. I’ve been