My face was not pleasant; I crossed my arms and looked at the stupid big cross on the wall in front of me and thought, “How could You?”

The story of the woman at the well has been dissected ad nauseam which is why I’m baffled when I still hear her referred to as a divorced whore. I do not believe the Samaritan woman at the well is a divorced whore.

Waiting for an inevitable divorce to be finalized can feel like watching grains of sand falling through an hourglass. However, it is an...

How do children react to parents navigating relational betrayal? The night my children's father and I informed our children he would be...

I saw something come across her face and she turned away from me.

Monday, January 22, 2024, I went to court again. I can't actually remember how many times I have been to court over the past 5 years. ...

My sleep was abysmal the first night my children were gone.  A sensation like black tar surrounded me which restricted my movements. ...

“I have been a stay at home mom ( SAHM ) for 23 years, homeschooling our 3 children. I have no skills, no income, and our children are...

Here's a piece of hope to overcome a shame I carried for years. Maybe it will release you too.

Court messes me up.

She said these words: “I’m not afraid of failure. I’m afraid of success.” My mind went in to overload. It was so simply profound, I...

"You are 'Not a Casserole Widow'. What do you want people to know? What do you wish you could tell them?" 1. "Stop telling me to...

Free me. Free me from the horror. Freedom. Is freedom possible? Blackness determines your future, Twisting through your heart, lungs, and...

Elusive sleep. 3am. That desolate hour when nothing should be awake. But I am. I look at my clock and think, “If I go back to sleep now,...

This is what she told me today: I didn’t always hate church but one day, one experience, and one moment changed the way I saw the church....

Her hands are above her head. Reaching from the water, searching for air so her mouth can inhale a much needed breath. Her eyes are open...

She called me early in the morning. Her words were fast and frantic. Filled with anguish. “I don’t know how I am going to do this. I...

I've been on vacation this week. Thus the delayed blog. Before I introduce Debbie, here is a wee bit I learned about me in the past few...

"Submissive." That word haunts me. I was reading a journal I wrote years ago and came across a line that made me shiver. “I know I just...

She sent me the letter she wanted to send him. As if asking for permission. “Dear Tom, You texted me yesterday stating, ‘I know this year...