Trusting in Transition

Nearing the end of pregnancy, I walk through the mall, browsing all the sale items and clothes that are pointless to shop for when you can’t see your toes. Everything I feared happening to my body, happened. My hips expanded, my ...

The Worst Mother’s Day Ever

Ten. That's how many absolutely horrible, no good, very bad Mother's Days I've had. If you know me, you may respond...Wait, isn't your oldest only eight? And, you'd be right. But, my Mother's Day misery started well before I ever read "pregnant" ...