I’m a different person in my grief. I’m a different person because of my grief. I’m a different person without Sawyer here.

Because our cosmos is big enough for every voice ...I find it so very important to bring hope to those who might be living without it.

Twenty-five years have passed since that day, and I am still in awe of how God reached out to minister to my grieving heart...

Gradually it got easier. It helped that I moved out of the small town where people knew too much for my personal peace of mind...

My pursuit of spiritual strength involved countless moments like this that spanned years, decades even...

The burn in my thighs took me to Southwestern Virginia, deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains, with steep grades and a winding path before me.

We have arrived on the last Monday of June, how is it possible? 2021 is flying by...