I Couldn’t Save Her

Today she would be 40. I was going to visit her grave – about 15 minutes from my house – and got too busy. Or maybe I’m just avoiding. I don’t know… I do know that five and a half years after my sister’s suicide,...

Finding Her

We are all walking around homesick. Missing our heavenly home is the sadness we cannot name, the itch we cannot scratch, the ever-looming “something is missing” emotion we can never pinpoint.   All the daughters of heaven cycle...