My heart thundered against my ribcage as I fumbled for the cell phone. Clicking on the bedside lamp, fear clawed its way inside my body and settled in my stomach as a gentle voice shared, “Your son has been talking to me about the possibility of hurting himself. He...
This week, a friend has been in crisis. She is struggling to hold on to hope and my heart is hurting for her. I’ve walked her path. You may be in a similar place–wondering how you’ll manage to make it one more step. Feeling as though you’re...
“Author John Chasteen’s words struck me. Only minutes before my daughter had shared alarming statistics about Generation Z-her, age group, gathered from Barna, the CDC, and university websites. Somewhere between changing hundreds of diapers, flipping...
The high-pitched whirring of the car matched the acceleration of my heart, a rapid ta-tunk, ta-tunk, ta-tunk as I pressed the accelerator. Thoughts ricocheted in my mind, rapid-fire like a motorized, ball-pitching machine. They’d be better off without me. This...