My daughter was sick. For three days her little body fought temperatures in excess of 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Caring for my daughter when she is sick is emotionally and physically exhausting. Her body is the one going through hell so, why does it drain me so much? A three day fever meant four days of … Continue reading family, science, and community
Eleven years ago I gave birth. The doctor announced, "it's a girl," as she took this new life out of my body. Relieved, I released my breath and my body melted down into the bed. A girl. I have a daughter. I got my first glimpse of her and then, as the doctors and nurses … Continue reading 11.
"Dear God, please I don't know why but, I want to feel special this year for my birthday. Please help me to know I am loved, and special. Help me to let go of my selfish desire for more." A simple prayer I prayed the night before my birthday. I am blessed in so many … Continue reading special.
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.
I have spent a lot of time thinking about love this year. I've read books, talked to people, and thought about it. A colleague calls it my love quest. What is love? My professor advises us to approach a novel problem by first thinking about it. Once you have a potential answer, go to the … Continue reading love quest
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.
Love. It is a a word that is going to take over our world today. Sentiments of love will fill the air and #love will liter our social media feeds. Love is a topic I feel woefully inadequate to contemplate let alone write about. When I was 15 my foster mother asked me if I … Continue reading Love is.