Give Tenderness to Soothe Brokenness

I cried myself to sleep after watching the television interviews and reading the news about the Humboldt Broncos hockey team accident. It is a tragedy of mammoth proportion in our neighboring province. The shocking reality is the loss of so many, some just too young yet be taken. They were only beginning to live their […]

Men Grieve in More Isolation

Men grieve in more isolation, I’ve observed. There were few men who came alongside my husband as he mourned the death of our son. The positive comments I’ve heard about  Nightfall to Daybreak from male readers matters very much to me. Although I’ve written the book as a love song from a mother’s brokenness, the […]

Reminding you…

As you grieve, don’t forget that: -broken wings heal when they’re set properly. -all loss is painful and should never be diminished. -a seed needs to break open to grow newness and beauty.

A Bigger World

I had one of those moments this morning where a thought became crystal clear.  If I had never experienced hard things – the hardest being the burial my child – I would not be enlarged to move ahead to do big things. 

Scars of Gold

Sixteen years ago today, the eyes of the world watched in horror as catastrophic acts of terrorism brought down the twin towers of the World Trade Centre, struck the Pentagon, and crashed an airliner in rural Pennsylvania.  2, 977 lives were lost in this senseless savagery.

A look at pain

Do you remember pain once it’s over? I’m sitting in that question.  The pain of birthing my children, I recall, dissolved as soon after I was smitten in the crush of love.  The pain faded from memory, where it would never be an influencing factor in the hope of having another.

An Important History

There were two books before this one.  Both still sit on the shelf, half-finished. Just Below The Surface was an examination of loss and longing following the deaths of my Dad and my Grandpa, with their funerals only weeks apart.  A year later, my younger brother and Grandma passed away, months apart.  We were torn […]