You Are So Loved

Dear Mark, I’ve never cared much for Valentine’s Day. It has always seemed like a made up “holiday.” Admittedly, it is a nice excuse to get dressed up and go out for a fancy dinner, but until last year, it...

Days Like This

“This is your second, right?” Yes, second. “How old is your little girl?” She would have been one year old this summer. “What do you mean, would have been [one year old]?” Well, our daughter passed away. “What happened?” Remaining...

Packing Boxes

For months, Isabelle’s nursery sat relatively untouched. In the fall, I only entered it a handful of times, typically to add cards or mementos to the growing stack on the floor in front of the crib. The thought of being...

Five Years Ago

Today, five years ago, a handsome man walked up the stairs towards me with a smile on his face. I had no idea that he would eventually become my husband.  On that first date we went to the grocery store...

Remember Your Stuff

Two of my students missed the wresting bus to their match this afternoon.  One of them immediately had a list of excuses: They didn’t do an announcement to remind us.  They didn’t call your room when we weren’t on the...

Love, Marriage, and the Media

A number of years ago, I had the opportunity to interview dozens of people for a video we were creating for our youth group. The question that I posed was simple, “What is love?” The answers were fascinating. Some people...

Six Unexpected Months

During my pregnancy with Isabelle, we attempted to prepare for the craziness that would come with having a baby in the house. Additionally, we began to prepare for the idea that it would never be just the two of us...

My Umbrella

After school today, I stood outside at the parent pick up line with a huge umbrella.  Two other teachers stood with me, braving the afternoon rainstorm, with smaller umbrellas.  I admit that I was a bit pouty and not particularly thrilled...