I’m choosing to share the freshly painted bookshelf on a day that’s seemingly dark.
I never knew a year ago from today that those four words, beginning of the end, […]
It's the first Father's Day without you, Dad.
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door.
There are no words for the small scene that happened at our house last night.
Happy Birthday, Isaiah {You are Five}. Yes, you’re holding up one full hand now.
Because they are likely to make many appearances in my stories and on this website, I […]