How do I tell my babies? How do I tell my mom? I’ve always been the strong one. The one who says, “everything will be okay” and “it’s going to be fine.  Just fine.” But I don’t know that right now.  I have more questions than answers, and fine feels unreachable.  It seems like a lifetime... Continue Reading →

This is under construction.  Big, exciting things are coming very soon, so check back on Monday  Meanwhile, for those have asked, when I study the Bible I have entire army of variations of the Word surround me.  The four identified below are my go-tos.    Again, sorry for the mess, XO!   NIV, Bible to... Continue Reading →

Go on.  Admit it.  You've missed me.... To those who have followed my journey for nearly four years, I owe an explanation for my absence here at A Broken Crayon. First, I thought I'd take a little break from writing, advocating and researching.  Summer began early with both of my daughters out of school before... Continue Reading →

We had watched from the sidelines, but now our captain was gone and ten tiny lives were completely in our hands. Momma dogs do more than just nurse their babies; they lick their bellies to stimulate pee, lick their bodies to keep them clean, and lick up their puppies' poop also to help with cleanliness.... Continue Reading →

Mojo defied the odds from the moment she was born, but we had no idea just how steep those odds would become during the birth of her own puppies. Early spring we noticed Mojo was rapidly gaining weight.  Two weeks later, she looked like she was going to explode, and we knew puppies were on... Continue Reading →