Friendship Summer

As summer draws to a close, I keep getting asked about how my summer was.  Well, it was a really hard summer. I have a son who isn’t able to live with us anymore.  I have a pregnant daughter living back home and choosing adoption. My heart also aches for friends in hard places of their own.

It was also a wonderful friendship summer. This year I was intentional about scheduling “adult time” for myself.   Continue reading “Friendship Summer”

Torn Heart


My courageous daughter has chosen adoption for her son. She has chosen to have others do what she cannot do at this stage in her life. I write this with tears. My heart is torn.

This is my grandson, but I won’t be “Grandma.” Continue reading “Torn Heart”