Last week was Hannah's birthday. I try to avoid writing too much about her because... Well, because it is my choice to share my life publicly and, I think she should have a say in what I do and don't share about her. That being said, I usually do participate in the annual social media … Continue reading two full hands.
This is the last post in a series about family. As a preamble to this post, I want to make it clear that I look at all of my posts as a mere snapshot in time. The words I write today are a reflection of the things I think, feel, believe, and understand today. I … Continue reading Christian family.
This is the fourth blog post in a series about family. This post is about my relationship with my daughter. As a new mom, I quickly learned to let go of any preconceived notion I had of the "right" way to parent. I ultimately learned that to parent Hannah well, I have to get to … Continue reading mother & daughter
This next post I have struggled to think about, nevermind write well. So I will just have to post a mediocre version of what I'm struggling to think about say here. This is the third post in a series of posts about family. As you all know I moved around a lot as a child, … Continue reading extended family
The last few weeks I have been thinking a lot about family and what it does and doesn't mean. This is the second post reflecting on this journey. Parents are the people that have an obligation to guide you through life. I can't imagine any parent is capable of doing this perfectly but, most parents … Continue reading siblings
The last few weeks I have been learning a lot about family and what family does and doesn't mean. The next few posts will be a reflection of this journey. "We are family." It was a phrase that was chorused by members of this group continuously through the night. As I walked around and talked … Continue reading science family
I recently watched this video of Marcio Donaldson's performance on American Idol. His backstory transported me back to my own story of how a baby transformed my world. Like Donaldson, my mother did the best she could but ultimately my siblings and I ended up in the system. I was 11 and my sister was … Continue reading A better Life.