I carry the blessing in my writing journal, tucked inside the front cover like a hidden treasure map. My father penned the blessing and gave it to me at a time, unbeknownst to him, when I really needed encouragement. I was struggling with what my life’s purpose was all about when his blessing came: “Hi …
Gratitude for my Son, Josiah
This morning gratitude nests in my soul as I remember my son’s entrance into the world 29 years ago. I ponder what possibilities await his life, this magnificent young man who lights up the world with his smile. I also remember the words of wisdom my great-grandma spoke: “The first step your son takes will …
Mothers and Sons
I’m convinced that sons require multiple labors: as infants, as boys, and as young men. When a son comes forth, he tears off a piece of your heart in his tiny clenched fist. Then you spend a lifetime trying to find that missing piece so you can fit it into his destiny and feel at …
