Awkward Silence

She wept.  She talked and wept as we sat there. Later, after our visit, as my eight-year-old and I drive down the graveled driveway, my daughter looks up at me with those pensive brown eyes and say, "Momma, we should've have left a half hour ago." "It was a lot of sitting.  Was it too... Continue Reading →

Feeling Froggy

It's the first Sunday of March, and the windows of my home are open.  After a long winter of frigid temperatures and numbing isolation, it is glorious to feel the refreshing breeze tickle my face while listening to the beautiful chirping of our spring peepers.  These melodic little frogs sing their chorus, a jingle a... Continue Reading →

Suffering Well

"You are so brave.  I am proud of you for fighting this cancer battle...  I do not suffer well..." Late into the night, this message lights up my phone screen. In the midst of an infection and Lyme flare just a few weeks following my double mastectomy and lymph node dissection, the words strike me.... Continue Reading →

A Way In the Wilderness

I am on a journey, a new path into a wilderness I would not have chosen to explore for myself.  With each step the terrain becomes a little more treacherous.  The underbrush grows thicker.  The trail less marked.  My steps are timid and reluctant, but I am moving steadily, often reaching out into this wilderness... Continue Reading →

Waiting Well

One would think that after four years of waiting for a cure for my chronic Lyme disease, I would be nothing short of stellar at this whole wait-and-see thing, right? Nope.  Not even close. But this waiting is different.  In the month since phrases like irregular margins and high suspicion of malignancy entered our vocabulary,... Continue Reading →

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