living loved

it’s difficult when things are taken away. when the comfortable old shoes can’t be found and then you remember that you gave them away because you knew it was time. i’ve been hearing god tell me to stop doing some things for a long time. and i agree intellectually – i mentally assent, but dallas

what god thinks of down syndrome

this weekend held world down syndrome day within it.  3/21.  if ever there was a reason to dust off the ol’ blog, this is it.  a conversation with my dear friend, jamica, reminded me of what being mazzy’s mother has taught me, is teaching me still…this post was an article that was published in that

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building a platform

i started writing this blog with no end in mind. i’ve always written.  ever since i was little and the blank, yellow page seemed safer than any other place.  i’ve got thirty journals for people to burn after i die. then came the internet. i lived in a small town in ohio when i wrote

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he loved me

i like to remember that i was without hope and without god. i was foreign to the promises of good towards me.  i was separate and excluded from all of it.  no luck around every corner then. until – and then he loved me. he came and spoke peace, calm in the storm. peace. i was far off,

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