What is it you’re frightened of?asks my warrior side.What fills your heart with such dread?What happened to your coat of bravery you wore so confidently?I feel like a deer sometimes, I answer.I’m not always like you.I want to lie down in flower-kissed pasture,let my eyes close against the sun.I...
My Son's Medical Mystery One month after my son, William’s sixteenth birthday, he lay in the pediatric intensive care unit, unconscious. The attending physician said his condition was grave. “If you and your husband are praying people, I advise you to do so. He’ll likely not live...
SUFFERING PRODUCES PERSEVERANCE The phone rang. It was 3am. “Hello?” “Mom,” my son Sam said so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him, “can you come get me?” Eight months earlier, Sam had walked across the stage in cap and gown, head held high, a smile playing at the edges of his lips...
I was sitting at a table, laptop open, poetry books, hot tea, notebook, and pen spread before me when I saw it, a bright green dot of light dancing at my feet. Half a lobby away sat my son, laser pointer in hand, chuckling. Minutes later, he crossed the lobby, plunked himself in the chair...
If All of Life Were Sunshine If all of life were sunshine,Our face would long to gain,And feel once more upon itThe cooling splash of rain.Henry Jackson Vandyke I was born in Kirkland, just outside of Seattle, WA. This fact alone is nothing special unless you consider my parents...
