The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

The fearfully uncomfortable knowing

In the past several years, I’ve written a few posts about my husband’s deceased daughter—a recent mention here. Today, I tell the story about how learning to love the daughter I never met led me to the fearfully uncomfortable acceptance of the cross. The post...

The Empty Chair

On the 10th anniversary of Gretchen’s suicide, I am reading Kay Redfield Jamison’s book Night Falls Fast. I admit that my quest for knowledge is somewhat of an equivocation. Although I seek understanding of my stepdaughter’s struggle and its impact on her...