Shattered Dreams and Fractured Wrists

8/6/20 We were deep in the Alaskan wilderness. The sun beat down on our backs as we scaled the rocky mountain, a vertical face of hard gray shale and scraggly shrub. The kids did well climbing up, and at the top, the view was breathtaking.     It was the journey down when terror struck.    Continue reading “Shattered Dreams and Fractured Wrists”

The Idea Spark

   July 17th, 2020 I remember the exact day. In fact, I remember the exact moment. I’d just had my third baby in less than 3.5 years, and this mama was tired. Tired in a way that isn’t like an I-just-stayed-up-all-night-and-now-I’m-exhausted tired. It was a weariness that seeps into one’s soul. That shoves you down asContinue reading “The Idea Spark”