author.speaker.survivor
Life is difficult. Hope and healing through Jesus Christ are possible. Join me as we navigate this perilous journey together.

Cookies. Cakes. Candy. I love them all. Especially chocolate. Or covered in chocolate. Or chocolate covered in chocolate. People tell me everything in moderation. But that’s the problem. I’m an all-or-nothing person. One bite of cheesecake becomes an entire piece, and if there’s more, why not keep going? It’s a problem. I don’t buy sweets (very often). Yet, like those plastic toys from kids’ meals, desserts appear, as if conjured from nothingness. Then they multiply and bring...read more

Holding my son’s empty cup, I opened the refrigerator door and scanned the contents. Hadn’t I just bought milk? Yet there was none in the refrigerator. I moved some containers of leftovers, as if two gallon jugs could be hiding. Where were they? Empty plastic bags still littered the floor. My youngest son toddled into the kitchen. “Milk?” “Just a minute.” I gathered the bags from the floor. Empty. Where could the milk have gone? Then dread filled my stomach. No, it couldn’t...read more

I was outside moving lawn furniture when my son yelled my name and pointed to the house wall. “Be careful, there’s a spider.”  Sure enough. A big, hairy spider sat next to my office window. No problem. I considered myself a bug removal expert. I reached for a nearby broom, aimed the handle at the spider, and made contact… With the window.  My son lowered his hand, and we gaped at the shattered glass.  I had missed but hit the now shattered window.  In life, I...read more