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Digging through the attics…

In the summer of 1991, I left home and ended up staying with a group of hippies.  Some of them lived on a discarded school bus that was painted blue with rainbows and other drawings or phrases.  Most of those folks earned a living selling hand-made jewelry on the streets downtown and at the music… Continue reading Digging through the attics…

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Luckiest man alive…

*Introducing the other half of the warrior woman behind Shattered in Him... I happen to be the husband of a very talented, beautiful, and wonderful woman.  If you have spent any time at all reading her testimony, you know what a wounded warrior she is.   She has been fighting for her life since day one… Continue reading Luckiest man alive…

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Don’t forget to breathe…

A letter to my 14 year-old self, inspired by a beautiful soul.... Dear  JD, As you remove the missing posters with your face on it from locations all over the city, remember this: although some will not understand or even know what you just went through, God saw it all.  He witnessed everything and grieved.  He… Continue reading Don’t forget to breathe…

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Filthy pits and prison cells…

There was a time in my life when my attitude was putrid and rotten. When living under a cloud of depression and remaining a prisoner to the fear and anxiety related to post-traumatic stress, it was hard for me to perceive any sense of the light. I saw everything through a dirty, old filter and… Continue reading Filthy pits and prison cells…

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Crowning joy…

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I felt so lousy physically, I had no idea how labor could be that much worse compared with the discomfort I was having. Sure, I worried about it and wondered about it. But, I was extremely naive about what to expect. What bothered me the most and kept… Continue reading Crowning joy…

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Stripped!

Have you gone crazy putting so much of yourself online? Yes and no, depending on who you ask. If I have gleaned anything from all the time I have spent couch surfing in therapy over the years, it is this: without transparency it is next to impossible to have the kind of loving, nurturing relationships we need… Continue reading Stripped!

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Love letters from God…

For more than fifteen years, I identified myself as a barren woman. I was labeled infertile by several doctors and I fell under the belief that I would never have children. The ins and outs of that are not something I care to explore and explain in this medium, because it was all so invasive… Continue reading Love letters from God…