My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires. My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little … More Let It Go
I feel overwhelmed some days. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that has me looking around the room wondering where to even start. It’s the kind of overwhelmed that makes the tears sting my eyes because it seems as though the harder I try the further behind I get. That kind of overwhelmed. Sometimes I struggle … More Dear Overwhelmed Mama, It’s not about perfection; it’s about love.
Our resident three-year-old alarm clock sounded at the usual and appointed time this morning—5:45 am sharp. “Maaama…Daaddyy! Can I get up?” My elbow jabbed my husband’s side in my non-verbal way of saying, “It’s your turn.” He turned toward the clock mentioning the time, as he sat up swinging his legs to the floor. “Have … More We Are Different
By: Ginger Hughes I’m not sure what she saw when she looked at me. There were no tears. My eyes were no longer swollen or red-rimmed. I was simply standing at the door of the intensive care unit, eyes downcast, waiting for my cousin to join me there. I glanced up once and saw her … More A Heart To See
“It’s going to be okay.” When I heard these words, I felt the relief pour over me, washing away so much of the fear. I was a new mom and fear gripped my heart in those days. When our little girl was born just shy of three weeks early, all was well. She was healthy, … More You Are Not Alone
“Alright Sister…we’ll talk soon, but until then, keep it in the road. Love ya,” he said. “I will…love you too,” I replied, pushing the end button, and flipping the phone closed. My headlights shone brightly ahead, pressing the darkness back, as I rounded the last curve before home. I pulled into the driveway and walked … More Keep It In The Road
The nights are long. When you’re finally home, hospital bracelet still on your wrist, and your sweet infant girl cries all night. When you try everything you know to soothe her and nothing seems to work, and eventually the tears of joy you expected become tears of exhaustion and frustration. The nights are long. When … More The Nights Are Long; But The Years Are Short
I held you today and slow danced in that faded, yellow rocker back and forth, back and forth. Your head on my shoulder, your long legs curled up so you can still fit. You drifted to sleep, your steady breathing its own sweet lullaby—for my soul rather than yours. This time with you is coming … More Soon There Will Be A Last Time