Alex’s First Journal Entry

Alex’s First Journal Entry

When each of my children was born, I started a journal for them. Since they couldn’t talk for themselves, express their feelings or make their own observations, I did it for them. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but they don’t seem to have minded. Yesterday, I...
Creative Heartbeats

Creative Heartbeats

The mission of Creative Heartbeats is to empower individuals and families living with congenital heart disease. With Alex’s recent passing, our family is more determined than ever to bring this project to fruition. We would love for you to be part of this...
Blessing for the Brokenhearted

Blessing for the Brokenhearted

    “Blessing for the Brokenhearted”By Jan Richardson In The Cure for Sorrow Let us agree for now that we will not say the breaking makes us stronger or that it is better to have this pain than to have donewithout this love. Let us promisewe will not tell...
Old and New

Old and New

My battered but faithful body, my new employee badge, my daughter’s lunch pail, my boot-cut blue jeans – I might as well have been a bride walking down the aisle with my old and new, my borrowed and blue. Though, instead of an altar at my destination, I...
Returning to Seattle

Returning to Seattle

I’m heading up to Seattle tomorrow. My daughter, Martina, is starting a master’s program at Seattle University and I’m going to help her get settled into her new apartment. I am so excited for her!  She has worked extremely hard to get to this point...
Never Too Late

Never Too Late

“I used to play the violin” is a refrain I hear often. It is usually spoken to me as I greet concert-goers after a performance, and is frequently followed by two additional thoughts – one that looks regretfully to the past (“I wish I had kept at it”) and one...