When Life is Bittersweet

Each year when I see my doctor for my routine appointment, it comes up. Usually with a nurse, someone who is kind but impersonal, working their way through the checkboxes marking my family medical history, glossing over my paternal grandmother’s stroke and my mom’s...

My Heart Grew Again

How is it that God can increase the capacity of our hearts to love people? I remember when I was preparing for my second son, wondering how I could ever love another child as much as I loved my first. It was astonishing to realize that my love didn’t divide between...