by Tammy Kennington | May 5, 2023
I swiped at the wetness on my face as I read about her experience, “I wasn’t sleeping. I wasn’t eating. “I have bottled everything up so that everything’s good for the kids.” Oh, yes. I understood her description of “mama-bearing” it. Pushing on. Pressing through the...
by Tammy Kennington | May 6, 2022
A world away, my husband’s patched-through voice responded to my ill-directed words, “I can’t.” In all the years of deployments and boots-on-the-ground, desperation had never settled this deep in my heart. I regretted the question, but it hung in the silence between...
by Tammy Kennington | Jan 8, 2022
We spoke of the not knowing. Not assuming too much. Not offering enough grace and I was reminded of the weight of shame pressing hard against my chest as I shuffled my feet toward the front of the line–my head dipping low as my son’s face shone cherry red....
by Tammy Kennington | Oct 3, 2019
Oh, the grief that engulfed my heart while my son trudged through the painful valley. Many of my mama-crafted dreams were shattered when I realized the depth of my son’s emotional pain and struggle. But in their place, I’ve begun to understand surrender…...
by Tammy Kennington | Oct 18, 2018
By my early-40’s I’d earned a few certificates and degrees, four children, two dogs–and the unenviable position of being diagnosed with several disorders. Anxiety. Depression. PTSD. PMDD. Even a penchant toward dissociation. As a young woman,...
