At one time or another you’ve probably heard someone say that when a person you love dies, a part of you dies too. I used to think that was just
A while ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were LGBTQ. My hope was to try
Words are really funny things. If we misuse them long enough, our familiarity can begin to fool us and we gradually go a bit blind. Over time, we can come to
Two days after my father died, I was walking into my church and ran into a good friend. She hugged me and expressed how sorry she was for my loss.
At one time or another you’ve probably heard someone say that when a person you love dies, a part of you dies too. I used to think that was just
A while ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were LGBTQ. My hope was to try
Words are really funny things. If we misuse them long enough, our familiarity can begin to fool us and we gradually go a bit blind. Over time, we can come to
Two days after my father died, I was walking into my church and ran into a good friend. She hugged me and expressed how sorry she was for my loss.