Back in high school, I remember cringing when I learned the most popular boy was in my driver’s ed group. He was the quintessential jock—star quarterback, best basketball player, and he dated the head cheerleader. The first time he got behind the wheel, I was surprised to see him timid and fearful. After a few… Continue reading Even the Cool Kids are Afraid Sometimes
My mom says she named my brother and me after a 1950s movie starring Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn, called Pat and Mike. While I never liked my name, it didn't take me long to realize how many variations exist. When I was little, my mom would sometimes call me Patty Ann (because I swear… Continue reading Called by Name, Known by Heart
I'm featured in The Redbud Post this month, where the theme is *sigh* divorce, about which I've written very little. My first pastor, and dear friend, once said in a sermon, "No one ever gets to the end of a divorce and tells me, 'Gosh, that wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would… Continue reading Broken Promises and Broken Hearts: Healing After Divorce
This facebook memory makes me laugh. And then it makes me sob. I had to say goodbye to my beloved boy a month ago today. Along with losing Henry, it’s also the seventh month my mom has been in a physical rehab facility after breaking one leg and severing a kneecap tendon in the other.… Continue reading When the New Year Still Holds Old Sorrows
My first newsletter is out! How do I feel about that? Not "fine," that's for sure. Why a newsletter? Well, it's a way for me to connect with folks a little more directly than here or other social media. This first issue tackles my thoughts on the simple question, "How are you?" I'd so appreciate… Continue reading How Are You?
You might’ve seen posts lately about Infant & Pregnancy Loss Awareness. I have mixed feelings about them. Until I remember that such a day or month of awareness isn’t for those who’ve lost babies. It’s for the people around those of us who’ve lost babies. As a childless mother, I don’t need a reminder to… Continue reading One Awareness
I'm at SheLovesMagazine today, writing about what happens when I try to be my own architect, laborer and general contractor all rolled into one. A small suburb of my hometown contains several homes designed by architect Frank Lloyd Wright. They were built in the 1940s when the area was completely rural; getting there meant you… Continue reading Wild Landscapes Wanted — a SheLoves post