dear friend,

How can a mom's never-giving-up love be there for her son whether he chooses the streets or is ready for a life change?

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

I see you. The curtains drawn. Every ounce of energy you have goes into just making it through.

What--or who--do you lean on?

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

What do we do in not-yet-good situations?

How is my life lining up? Do my thoughts, words, and actions match up with the person I am called to be?

How can a little gem tucked away help on a rainy day?

Do you feel seen?