Finding Joy Blog

I saw him get off the bus. I knew immediately, the way we moms just know, that something was wrong. I could see him…

It’s such a lonely place. I know, my friend, I know. This is a safe space here, a sacred conversation between you and me,…

Several years ago my best friend Maria and I attended one of those paint and sip classes. The room was filled with people all…

I have this pan. I hate it really. It’s worn and beat up. The surface that was supposed to not show scratches shows ridges…

sweet kids. I have always loved you. Like always. Sometimes even with the love I wonder. I wonder what you remember. I wonder if…

I grew up in the church. I don’t remember a Sunday, except when the Minnesota snow was thick and heavy and the radio station…