Losing my mom changed more than my sense of loss. It changed my relationship with time and forced me to confront a question I've been avoiding for years: What if later never comes?
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When the Alarm Has Paws
I used to chase the sunrise,green tea in hand,the Word lighting my pathbefore dawn woke the sky. Now dawn arrives uninvited—a wet nose,a wagging tail,a sermon in fur and persistence. Four a.m. again.The world still sleeps,but my heart beats to the soundof a Doberman’s yawn. We’ve tried all remedies—later nights,melatonin…
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A New Chapter with Four Paws
After months of caregiving and quiet, life brought a four-legged teacher named Whiskey. This new chapter is about trusting God’s “new thing” in the middle of messy days and chewed blankets. Here’s how it all began.
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When MS Knocks You Flat
Nearly two months ago, an infusion knocked me flat. I thought I could bounce back in a few days. Instead, my body said: not yet. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the meds or just MS doing its thing. Maybe it doesn’t matter. What matters is forgiving my body for needing…
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It’s Been a While: Coming Back with MS
It’s been a while.Longer than I meant it to be. Every time I thought about writing — really writing — something else called louder.A new doctor’s appointment.A wave of exhaustion.A meeting I didn’t have the energy to attend, let alone lead.A phone call about my mom — and suddenly my…