Let Freedom [Really] Ring.

As I watched red, white and blue sparks rain down across the night sky on July 4th, my heart felt like it might burst right along with the fireworks. I am grateful to have been born in a country with as much freedom as we enjoy in these United States, but I find it difficult to … [Read more...]

Ryah’s Miracle.

My friends Aaron and Stephanie are adopting a little girl from Ethiopia. Y’all. LOOK. Her name is Ryah. I talked to Stephanie last night, and she told me that Ryah spends her days sitting alone in her crib because there aren’t enough nannies at her orphanage to take care of … [Read more...]

On Choosing Truth.

I am driving three hours to the airport this morning. Three hours with the windows rolled down and the soothing sounds of James Taylor calling me home to North Carolina. It’s hardly a road trip, but something in this endless stretch of highway makes me remember. I remember Ian … [Read more...]

Waiting for my Wooden Leg.

In the wake of Ian’s death, I was flooded by a precious barrage of cards and books about grief that friends with their own grief stories thought might be helpful. I have faithfully read every one, and undoubtedly the book that I return to the most is my now dog-eared copy of CS … [Read more...]

That Sucks, and I’m Sorry It Happened to You.

This past weekend, it finally happened. I’d been dreading it since the moment I walked out of Ian’s ICU room for the very last time. I remember walking into the pristine, whitewashed hallway with sunshine pouring through oversized windows, and thinking that it should have been … [Read more...]

The Picture.

I used to love wedding shows like Say Yes to the Dress, but I’ll confess that since my own wedding, I cringe and scramble for the remote control at the slightest flash of crinoline. Something in me can’t watch women thoughtfully ponder the merits of lace and birdcage veils, … [Read more...]