Hope in a Coat

I found it in my closet again the other day. Pausing, I pulled the coat from its place in the darkness, running a hand over it to look at it in the weak light of the spare closet. The dusty collar, the fabric-covered buttons, the slightly worn cuffs, an interior liner...

When You Wonder What Remains

Last week was bittersweet. It was our tenth year – our final year – of the Hope Hike/Climb for Katrina, and as our week in Colorado progressed, I felt my emotions swinging on a pendulum. A year ago, we decided as a family that this would be it, our last hike....

When Love Walks Away

The fall of 2012 will always remain in my memory as a season of tragic loss for me. I don’t recall another time where I felt so stripped down, empty, and so utterly alone. Despite the beautiful colors of fall, signifying that year’s harvest coming to a close, I was...

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...

Choosing Gratitude Over Grief

I felt immobilized by grief last week. Maybe it was the relentless rain, the gloomy gray clouds an external gauge for my internal turmoil. My girls were restless and so was I. It could have been self-pity; a series of days where even the thought of my to-do list feels...