The Road to Healing

In the days following Zach’s motorcycle accident last month, there was a lot of driving between Orlando (where my parents and kids were) and Melbourne (where Zach was hospitalized). The stretch of road we took was so pretty and peaceful. Lots of wide fields and grazing cows, white picket fences and stunning sunsets. Beauty is …

The Longest Night

Exactly one month ago, at this hour, this was my view: I posted it on my social media and called it “The Longest Night” because it absolutely was. Longer than a night of labor. Longer than all those nights with a screaming newborn at the breast. Longer than nights spent comforting a feverish child. Sitting …

The Art of Letting Go

It’s all just an ongoing process of letting go, isn’t it, this business of raising kids? And I don’t know how to do it. I didn’t know how to do it when the nurse gently lifted that tiny burrito-blanketed bundle out of my arms and took him to the hospital nursery, even though it was …

Blessed are the Peacemakers

A typical middle child, I fell into the role of peacemaker quite naturally. Until recently, that is. I haven’t felt a lot of peace lately. To be honest, I haven’t really sought peace, either. We just came out of the season of “peace on earth, good will to men” and mine was more like “strife …