The year you were loved

The year you were loved

I feel a bit tongue tied tonight. It’s late afternoon and I have a few quiet hours to knock out some words. But when you’ve been quiet for a week it can be hard to remember how to write. We’ve been five days in a farm house in Pennsylvania with...
When you feel left out

When you feel left out

All I want is to be in church. Right in the deep of the service in a row not far from the front. In a sea of my favorite Christmas carols, letting the music wash over me and my tired, end-of-year self. I want to sink into that place of remembering what happened that...
When parents have nightmares

When parents have nightmares

We wake up in the still, quiet house with our hearts thundering in our ears and sweat sticking T-Shirts to our chests. Hair matted, fists clenched. Eyelids sticking shut trying to make sense of where we are. Where our dreams have dragged us. Every parent has...
A Christmas ransom story

A Christmas ransom story

It’ll be five years on the 27th since Pete drove down the back roads of Owosso, Michigan to a small hospital and the hard delivery of our second-born son, Micah. I could barely look at him once he made it out I was so beat. I remember the email Peter wrote to...