Exchanging Ashes for Beauty

I grew up in the foster care system in Michigan. My mother had been sexually assaulted at the age of fourteen and conceived me. As a result, the sum of her childhood traumas led her to turn to drugs and prostitution. She had six children by the time she was twenty years old. My siblingsContinue reading “Exchanging Ashes for Beauty”

On the Eve of Breakthrough

When you seem to find yourself in the darkest of the night, And your soul yearns deeply for the smallest glimpse of light. When you’re alone and no one seems to hear although you shout,And the foundation beneath you is shaken, filling you with doubt. While friends as if you’re Job are saying, “Just curseContinue reading “On the Eve of Breakthrough”

Heavy Baskets

My parents divorced when I was very young. Because of the nature of their divorce, I never had a relationship with my biological mother. After decades of drug abuse and mental health problems, she took her own life before the Christmas of 2000. As you can imagine, even though we were estranged, her choices andContinue reading “Heavy Baskets”

So They May Know

This past week has been a challenge. Our daughter came home last Monday from school not feeling well and it led to a sequence of unexpected events. Throughout the night, she kept waking up feverish, with a headache, saying that she was being bitten while sleeping and bumps kept popping up all over her body.Continue reading “So They May Know”

Our Scars: Signs of Victory

Have you ever stood in front of the mirror and took inventory of all your imperfections? I have. Have you ever taken a moment to think about the story behind each of them? I can remember some of them quite vividly. On the other hand, there are some that I have no idea about whereContinue reading “Our Scars: Signs of Victory”